Poems from Synocide
A slender body that's lost too much weight
fills up little space with her alcohol breath.
Somehow I feel I've failed her,
as she looks at...
Life is a pair of black corsets, fishnet stockings and cheap lipstick,
suffering from the intoxicating riches of each breath.
and in the...
Lying awake cause you're keeping me insane.
And I stare at the cracks of the walls,
waiting for your pride to seep out in a thick
nasty...
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness.
Circulation fails and my hands go numb,
as I stare at a bright screen watching the...
I hear the train in the distance.
A woman with a terrible habit of making
A terrible habit of breaking and scraping away dead thoughts,
as...