She’s black with eight legs - a Maltec spider up to some mischief. She’s a high-tech arachnid, hanging from her cobweb thread. She is a depressive artist that exists to exit. In her box she blacks out her little soul. I miss you, little spider.
To the lives that watch over mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. To the lives who supported mine: I know I will have to leave you in time. Mortality is a snow covered and bl...
The night’s hands are gloved. Its image is unfinished, but there is not enough time. The moon is fading. Nights frail fingers are so cold, but as they move, they sculpt the dawn and the...
You didn’t seem to notice when I opened my heart to you. You only seem to have your door half open. Everything hangs on the word ‘maybe’. I’m afraid of starting over again. You didn’t s...
A priest on TV today told me that God makes us in his image. Apparently, this is Gods’ will. If this is true, then God must not know about the Devil wrongly dwelling within me. It intru...
I have this stubborn idea in my head: I want to spend my life in bed. My problem is this: We grow old too fast. Night is like an evil weed –you cut it out from one place and it sprouts ...
My exterior framework imprisons my suspended life. I once had a dream of better things. I face a crowd of people, all of whom are unknown to me. In all of them I see you. This framework...
He placed his soul in your hands and you threw it away. You condemned him because he was different. You could not walk by his side. Now he is flying over burning flames. Where you are g...
What would life be if we did not experience love, or anything for that matter? This world would be pointless, and life would be meaningless. We would never experience the excitement fro...
Some of us did not choose to be born. We feel deep down in ourselves this sadness that draws us away from the light. Suffering bears down upon us like a weight on our back. We sometimes...
I surrender myself to mutilation. I see Agnus Dei and surrender my sanity. I am a walking heresy, stupefied and contorted. Is it mutilation or genuflexion? For asking such things I am e...
I’ve slowly been changing as you have tried to quickly kill me. The alarm bells are sounding, but I smile innocently! You really were my favourite... but now the times are darker. I re...
The sorrow of the night turns into a choir during the day. The ritual of indecisiveness I practiced is blown away by the rays of love shining from you. My world that was upside down is ...
He is sad and prepared. Nothing approaches. Around madmen, he cries out ‘Love could kill you’. He does not allow words of love to touch him. He looks into a mirror. His heart embraces t...
Beautifully free but imprisoned within a dual sphere. He lives in a vortex of insanity, without fear! He’s alone and yet he isn’t. Surrounded by his closest allies, he helps them in fi...
There are times when the ghosts that haunt us fritter away and pain freezes. There are times when we feel invincible and then we bow to sickness. If I had known you would one day haunt ...