My black Dahlias' A cynic
I love her
I hate her
this love
It's cataclysmic
I revel in this
It's masochistic
Take it in like breath and bathe down in it
Wash away my sin like holy water and confess this to a world that's not ready for it.
This darkness is the norm and now I'm sickened with it.
I'm finished with it.
Over dosed and satiated I pray an ending to this.
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A book of poems
PoetryA collection of poems from the last 20 years of my life. From the deep angst of my teenage years, to failing in my battle against real depression, and even the joy of being a father.
