The wicked witch of the east
Belched after devouring the feast
Her face painted in white rouge
She searched for some crimson blood
...
Where there is no respect
for the might
of the pen,
there is no life
...
You, light a candle in your heart
Fill your soul with the brightness of its entourage
Let not this world be a selfish mirage
...
You and I
We are fragments
Of a masterpiece
This you cannot deny
...
You, my little fairy
Are a precious little bird,
...
I was looking
at your picture
today
just like I always do
...
Standing across the bridge
gazing into an oblong ridge
of the deep mesmerizing kind
I am lost-
...
Let me invite you
for a dive
into my
flaming
...
Demons of my past drag me back
Into a deep isolated well in the ruins
Bleeding heart
claiming pervert
...