Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

Bring me a horizon Made of sunsets and of sin And make for me an altar To lay me down again

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

Bring it down Like fire on my tongue In places deeper Oblivion Vermilion In velvet flames Dancing darkness Invading veins Colors running...

I build my kingdom Out of all of these mistakes I steel my nerves for The coming of day All these reserves for The war that approaches...

Vines on tongues Torrent thorns Tearing skin And wearing bones Gathering storms Petrichor Tasting thunder's Endless roar Bridge to...

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

A transitive resistance Rubber-banding there and back again With dangerous business Put on back burners lit Burning these eternities...

Weeping at the edge of the river Meet me at the mountain pass Running over-eager fingers Through this tangled traveling matte Jaws...

I just fall apart Watch it all collapse Crumbling Burning down Ashes overhead Hurting lungs Hardly breathing But still crying out Wishing...

Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night...

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making...

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...

Mouth agape Hungry for Heaven's wrath Headlong with nightmares Overflowing Defiant I contrive these Other worlds to thrive in Dreams left...

Fail to Hate Devoured in vines Skies clad in iron Roses like wires Rusted but still bolted down Neglected aches Still stitches for days...