Behind these cold dead
Eyes, what secrets do I hide?
Ones you’ll want erased.
Confidante
Tag: haiku
11:11
Elevation comes
At the elven eleventh
Hour, just you wait.
Snared
Blindly blundered I
Through life and love and now am
Bound forevermore.
Door Slam
Better plan a quick
Funeral because you are
Fucking dead to me.
Deadened
It only hurts when I
Breathe, or hope, or believe
In something again.
Cold Comfort
Your encouragement
Is Vaseline soaked gauze on
My sucking chest wound.
Neglect
You are so joyful
And I mean nothing to you.
I wither and die.
As the World Burns
Outside my window,
Raging destruction, I just
Can’t care about it.
Wounded Horse
Galloping horse am
I, my blood streaming down my
Flanks, never stopping.
