Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
...
He had the dream,
to hear the screams,
of a million aching men.
He sold himself with rhetoric,
...
You're pathetically ugly,
thats what they all say.
As they frolic together,
in the summer and play.
...
The greatest poet to be found,
is by the numbers not just by sound.
...
Once you learn who you are,
you change what you were before.
You put new rags upon your back,
leave the old ones on the floor.
...
This world was built on little signs,
in lines in place by fives.
Signs to read aloud to friends,
and signs to walk right by.
...
Death sweet death,
the visitor,
dark color at my door.
I'm hesitant to answer,
...
All outside is white as snow,
except for Edgar Allen's crow.
Quietly and so serene,
till Edgar Allen's crow does scream.
...
A darker hour awaits her,
much to my delight.
Her temp of fate mistakes her,
but I shall set it right.
...
Use me,
abuse me,
show me that I'm loved.
Pick me up and kiss me,
...