Poems from QatNitschke
He prowls the lands in search of residences.
One, does he cozen.
All but one habitent is ornate in his presence.
This cub, so petite,...
Sweetened by the touch of Heaven's light
Have you, quite, stolen my heart
Astonishing depth within the sparkle of your two misty pools...
Breathless,
I lay upon these cold clouds.
Endless,
is the path i amble down.
Cutting,
has been done to the string that holds tight....
Black jacket, oh black jacket which hides my scars so well,
however do you mask my discolored blood from Hell?
Every day I fight the urge,...
You say that I am deaf.
You tell me I'm no good,
but what you fail to see,
is that I'm not made of wood.
I have a heart and a brain, as...