Dear Undear,

I hope that
You rot in hell.
I hope you die
Tomorrow.
But most of all, I think
I hope
Your days are filled with sorrow.
Your sins be dark
Your heart be grey
and all the world's love does leave you.
Be thankful
I not lead such a way;
Or this hope could come to be you.

Lost; There's No Place Like Home

It is still ugly in my head:

I write the word over again.

It curls all messy, like a dirty mop

cleaning up poodle hair.

Staring straight at me,

I knew this was a mistake...

But my head too stubborn to admit

I need to go home.

Where is this place?

Lost.

I was just stopping by.

Something Like A Dream

Something like a dream about you.

Wishing upon stars.

Wading in moonshine's lake - 

Silk attire across sandbars.

It is the very act of drowning

in a sweetness, rich and dark.

On this journey, call it love

Come, let us embark.