Words

poems
ship of fools
posthumous
holy this holy that
the source
the fetus
lockdown ward
mystery woman
I must burn
fall
horror mother
dig
men
run run
oryx
primavera
everadazine
coasting and roaring
mozart's discovery
mechanical tongue
pocket satan
el halcion
cliffs of babylon
The Queen
The Secrets of Ticino
not for everyone
pandora
high on faux satan
family audit one
family audit two
zen scatology
Victorian Occultism
Right Makes Might
Her Stars are Cold
Join Al Qaeda Here!
Poison Nostalgia
Seraphine
open wide
Santa Cruz
robbery
She and I Stand by the Ri
folly
infinity
Opinion
songs
Prose
cut ups
images
a legend
contact
the map
I must burn
 
little does she know
that the ghost won't show
so soon she'll turn away
 
fed her wishes with a kiss
so she won't miss
the words I have to say
 
secrets like insects
creep and crawl from her eyes
whispers of memories
expose the lies
 
I am now an unseen image
ethereal
seeking escape from this
heaven hell village
 
where forever I must burn