I Play with my pain when I paint.
There is a hollow sadness in me.

Forever growing more painfully.
Try to separate my mind from my body.

I try to see further beyond.
A fools game I say.


Fall of the angels med me recall.
There is no rim or reason for what I do and for what I say.
Fall of the angels med me realize devastating results.


I peel and piers my skin, whit claws from with in.
Kinking and screaming. Flawless feelings, of the best deep in side me.

This vessel i to small, to pathetic to be important.
Maybe I cud use it later. But i daunt about it.

i spit in the bottomless pit.
Is there no ending to this curse?

Finely am free to be more then just a pool of blood and terse.
Fearless, flawless and whit out regrets.

Am the Moonlight stalker.