Dark(en) Empty (A sad poem)

"A drowning..."

On A Page, On Ink, I Lived

"Losing teeth and breaking bones, I thought, were okay. But not human emotions, o', not those human emotions! No whisky could drown them; you would drown instead. No amount of smoke could cloud their mass of disaster..."

The Paths Of Choice

Scurrying through my mind's enveloping dark, I clasp reason; smokey above and smokey below. Whoosh! Whoosh! Accompany my passing, "To the gates! To the gates!" A whisper a-side, "Decision, make it now, no time! No better time!" The dark is full, I scurry through; my mind is full.

Inner Beauty

Free, uncorrupted, like everything natural

The Hypnotic Tune

"We called it sanity."