I exist,
inside your harsh fortress;
the sun never shines on my face.
I am kept,
both chaste and majestic;
I’m a figure to be ridiculed.
I wonder,
will I escape from here;
to be rescued from this icy place.
Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Bound in Darkness
my blood flowed over golden sands
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy