Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1924 - April 14, 2014
Birthday: 1924
Death: April 14
Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one sees how round and sharp my eyes have grown how my carcass looks like a glass urn, how I hold up things in the rags of my hands, the way I can stand through crippled by lust. No, there's just your cruelty circling my head like a bright rotting halo.
Topics: Broken Heart, Eye, Dark
