I thought your silence through the long winter months was your way of further measuring a distance you had decided was safe enough with...

I thought I would self-medicate. My bosom of depression, to deflate. Chug down the drink, then a little more, Until my feelings, I no...

Satan, the ultimate master of disguise Who spreads seeds of contention and confusion Tricking even the vitreous to forsake their soul...

I took it So I could feel -a rush -an explosion -a tantalizing thrill I continued In order to be -sweating -racing -no longer free. I...

He slumps before me, rejected by mainstream society, and he has earned it. Empty eyes etch the shunning on his face. The paper he sits on...