My Poetry 3          
Ghost are dancing in the street
Silently placing their nimble feet
Roses bloom and then they die
The sun comes up then goes away
Promises of destiny are dead
Whispering voices of hollow heads
Those who cowardly withdraw from life
Away from misery and harm
Allready given in to fabrications fatal charm


The things I touch seem to decay
The light in me just fades away
Lullaby's disturbed by tiny hope burned into my brain
Maybe theres another world, one without the rain

So lonely here, inside of me
self destruction brings me to my knees
Fate now decides for me, it brought me here to this place
Here im but another statistic for the human race

The wind will blow and still
The leaves will fall, and turn to dust
Dreams are sand that fall through my grasp.

S - 19
As I await my day of rest
Hell prepares to consume my flesh
The world burns all around of me
I feel like im the only one who sees
Slowly dieing like the summer breeze
My body will rot into compost
No one knows, but my soul is allready lost

S - 20
Many people live like a walking corpse
Nothing behind their empty eyes
Surrounding all they own with lies
The damned allready walk this earth
They shall not repent, They have no remorse
When they die, no one shall cry
All they'll see
A burning sky.

S - 21
The Banshee calls my name
Leads me far from this darkened room
Many regrets add weight to my lifting soul
I see a candel in the dark
I feel a cold breeze in the air
Rejected by life
They tell me to close my eyes
Pray for forgiveness
Forgiveness, for what?
Humanity?
But now I am lost in time
Ascending to the clouds
Nt going to heaven
not going to hell
going home
To embrace my tragic beauty
that to everyone else was just another wasted life

S - 24
Eat no horses for the  yellow planet
we all are from the golf ball and
the queens head. no shit
paper dress
Dont notice the ears, I have none
Where are my keys?
Wild regression, raw.
Iron Holes for now.
Sure I know for
Sure enough I have no legs

Nun!
10pm
Eat all of them. All of them, Allof them.
Copper sun fried.....the piglets.
They call me Mr Baggabon

I still have no ears
They all know
The sheep know
I know
Shes a slut
Shes at nursery
The drugs speak to her they call her Bob a ding

Who are you?
No, who are YOU?
YOU?
do you eat a wide variety of cheese?

This is not real
A big house inside my head
Where we live
The rain is bad
Its cold, Its wet
It has no ears
I still have no ears

S -25