Poems from kobelaster
you think you see through me
like i'm glass
you are wrong
i am not an american poet
i'm a singer
throughout the branches and vines of...
still in a shadowed life
in a requiem i don't want to see anymore
a panic can happen in 5 second
5 minutes
5 hours
anytime, anyday...
a muse of undisclosed information
layed over the bodies with slashed hearts
in an effort to recognize
the pain and suffering i caused...