Poems from knucklehead
Last stop murky lakes
Insanity unfairly picks
Muddy bottom tragedy awakes
Everybody lights wicks
Tears the story makes
He was only six...
In a throne he sat, tin atop his head
Leader of the brown, white and gray
In mischief he led
Amongst each others bones they lay
For...
On nights where there are no stars
Reality teases
Hard to tell stanzas from bars
This urge, nothing eases
No different from a symphony...
Wondering if it's real life
Touch it, feel it
Like a steel knife
Awake, straight to the pit
Yet another internal strife
Broken glass,...
A deep shade of crimson
In a state of perfection
Held In a glass prison
The object of affection
If time will listen
It will surely...