vengeance is sweet on my lips like venom.

Late night thoughts put into beautiful words; my own little art project. - - only mature because who knows what will spill out of this organ my mind calls home - - Highest rank #6 in freeverse #7 in sadpoems #9 in thoughtsandfeelings #13 in late #16 in latenight #17 in poetry #31 in poetrycollection

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

greek mythology imbued poetry.

he who dares not touch the thorns shall never have the rose.