Entice my muse. There are days I get lost within your dankest dungeon. Turn the key and…
While we are on the topichow real are you?Me, I am a white, ex-altar boy, penetratorand my…
If I changed myself from when we metWe wouldn’t still be together I betIf you changed YOU maybe I wouldn’t careLike I did when I…
Her favourite colour is yellow(she says it’s the colour of hope).I ask her how she knows‘Because it’s…
An eaglesoarsabove the treesand brightlyshiningseas.
Mother May I?
Sacrificial, turns over and over, drips onto their shoe
The story has vitality soaking all the way through
Pulling out her words, a first born cry