That Annoying Thought

See how the skulls we build

Fill all the towers we fill
Crash down fury red
Cracks in our hearts and heads

False Hopes

Dear Boredom,..

Concrete pillow

Thirty awkward minutes.

Still Cold.

Gloves on gloves on my hands

Fox In New York

Reminds me of myself.

Duck, Hush and be Still

And don't make a sound while

You are running away
'Cause desertion
Is not looked upon mildly
These days

Blank Stare

Wake me up or don't.