The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we