• America The Beautiful.

    America the beautiful,
    Is what they say.
    But what really goes on,
    And what happens each day.... more »

  • Dead.

    A vial of poison, pour down my throat, and allow it to secrete into my bloodestream, ever so rapidly, so that I may never have to experience such pain again.

    A sharpened dagger, piercing through the center of your heart, tearing through the layers of tissue, that were once pieces of my heart, attached to yours. Ton apart ever so slowly, so that every last inch ails you more and more.... more »