Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I propose a toast to you, on this fine occasion you have been an accomplice to my demise,
I will admit I'm a recluse, living outside my shell has only proven that I'm a liar.

I give you credit for this chaos in my chest, butterflies with knives for wings still flourish.
I've bottled this poison, market it for fortune and put it on the shelves.
Watch the suckers sip on the wine in the candlelight......

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