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The Going Offs

Enigmatic Plague

Fragile Mermaid

The Silence Is Violent

Parachute World

Sorrow's Last Page

The Division Of Those

The Sun Knew Wise

Bethroned The Crowd

Memorial To Our Memories

The Raven Chair

Apparition Zeta-43

Armory XII

The Amber Ones

With Lips Sown Shut And Eyes Wide Open

Dragon's Scale


Snowflake Symmetry

The Unguided Destiny

Somewhere Better



You Are Poison To The Trees

Mud Kept Slander Fields

Oh Sleeper

Opposite Reaction

Demons Don't Kill They Steal

Full Set Of Ribs


Lost To Time

Demon Doors

Thirsty Drink

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Dead Dreams

My hatred overwhelmed my eyes.
For all I know to be a lie to be.
White today.

Yet yesterday was never something
shallow why is back bane of your days.
Is your dove flying.

For what I find in dead poets
but not in living ones.
For all I know to diluting the host.

Yet today is here where the hell is me!
In your heaven of isolation. I am merely
another thought. The dove has died.

For this time, I am here-
and you are dreading the dead.

Yet all along.
I wanted you to stay.
Why do you leave it.
Dreaming of the dead.
I am not dreaming of anything really.
I wanted this to be.
Simply my words betray me.
I am never the name you gave. I am
looking in vain for. Someone to share.
Living for life to be. Not to be seems to
be misery on sale before and beyond.
The jester died yesterday whenever that be.
Is all abstract to me.
Dead to me. For all the poetry
that I gave you my soul.

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