Slaves we are. In chains and clobbered by our own dreams.

Fear had corrupted their voice; You could hear terror in their screams.

That person drowned in a foreign sea

You wont like what you see

Maggots and faeces

This legs are for you alone

as I stand here

waiting on you.

Oftentimes colour gets drained from the picture, turning it dull and grey. And can't change back.

I'd sooner dip my cock in honey and ask the bear not to bite than trust the justice system.

It would hurt to see you in ruins

I lived in poetry once and it made a blizzard of me.

Once upon a time, the world was flat, way before everything decided to be round.

Oh, my pauper winter child

Love is not for your kind

It will thaw you into despair

All sense of duty melting into a blur.