How quickly this dissolved With fires lit by gemstone wit And perspectives evolved Animated, yet left cold Thumbs unopposed to traveling...

Trending towards a kind of darkness Towards a sickness cyclical Advertised with slickness cynical A vision miserable before our eyes A...

A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of...

Drowning in Hours Maybe in the darkness You can touch the textures The stains on the uniforms unfolding And without eyes see truer colors...