Insomnia…Insomnia clings like a wet corpse on a cold mortuary slab, / Her crimes will not allow her to sleep, and still she plots…
Heaven…If I may evoke the feeling of forever / in one single, solitary whisper / I will whisper “heaven” with a voice only you can hear
A Mother's Infinite Love & Its Return…For a mother and her child The path has been difficult Certainly to become more so, In spite o…
Schism…Tell your employer / You will be looking for a job
Screaming at the Heavens…I hope you’re listening now, / A little late but I can’t complain. / I want to ask you why / You left me to rot away. / Back then I was so sc…
