

My HellIt is the sound before you sleep, the smell of pure air. It is the feel of a plain texture, the taste of food barely there.My Hell
It is pain through pain killers, remorse numbed by time, It is my thoughts, hardly worthy, as you ignore them without care.
It is the void of mine, what is left of me, It is crafted from your absence, eternal, my perfect hell.


Good DeedsGreeted with such beaming smiles, and then bid farewell with more, for they can see the goodness in me, too which they readily implore.Good Deeds
But inside myself I can only find, something less holy than they see, a soul ready to twist round fingers, the threads of trust in me.
For I am a manipulator, an act, a fiend of a thousand faces, guised well by the compliments of others, with my true intentions leaving no traces.
But if others say so, maybe I am, more than my malefic disposition, instead a reservoir of good deeds, measured only recog


My BlissWalking home, awkward eyes lock, if only we could meet. Oh how I wish.My Bliss
To perhaps talk to you, get to know you a bit better. I would relish.
And then a gift from the gods, my dreams made real. In the form of you.
And further desires, quickly sated, more than I could believe. Love from you true.
It moved quickly, yet a peaceful slow too. Could it be better?
Meaningful acts of love, in so many forms. Gestures and letters.
Cuddling close, receiving comfort and warmth. You in my embrace.
Eyes lock once more, now a t