Life In A Bottle

Sitting atop a wooden shelf in all its pureness, All its promises, seducing with just its presence Toying with me in a manner that makes me wet Penetrating my mind with a little voice of reason Calling my name in a convincing fashion (it wants Me) that little bottle of life only death can conquer […]

Emptiness Haunts

I have an empty heart, in its emptiness only sighs echo The world is full of din and full of life, unlike… *sigh* People talk to me, I respond in mirth, only my inside withers Far away sits a couple, fingers entwined, eyes glimmering stars— My nights are starless, moonless, dark; even my days dwindle.