2007 December:

2006 November:

What if these songs were
all lies,
No angels to hear these
cries,
Moans. silent and unheard
effervescent pain
worsened by empty space,
the taste lingers
as words fade away
paranoia seeps,
steeps in through my veins
love marked my neck
whispered so low
stories of its own
oh, beauty of the world,
beautiful soul
watch me undress,
to the core of my bones
insecurities passed and old.