Storyteller is Due

  This apathy of mine hurts me not

  Bleeds me not, kills me not.

  I can not sigh, I can not care,

  I can not die, I can not repair.

  Be still not my heart,

  For my unholy kingdom falls.

  My castle is torn apart,

  And carries agony in its halls.

Seek & Find & Bleed

  "He who belongethe not, seeketh. He who belongethe, bleedeth."

  (he who belongs not, seeks. he who belongs, bleeds.)

  An oath of allegiance to none but six feet under is all that a man can do. Yet, he seeks a home, suffering from the great delusion of mankind, the sense of belonging. So, he who belongs not, seeks. He desperately seeks a place he can call home, and hopefully, finds it. The great delusion of belongingness is nothing but a riddle from the killer himself, the good-old time. And time's merciless riddle's answer is awakening. Awakening to the bitter truth that no man belongs anywhere upon the ground but into the nothingness. Therefore, he who belongs not, starts to bleed. The thought of it is never sweet.

A Poem to My Lady H, For I Yearn

  "I knew that in the time to come, I wouldn't be able to kiss your lips sweet as a starry-eyed daydream for a reason I'd never know why. What I've let me be sickens me, a man of such a sweet, yet lethal sorrow."

  It's been a long time and many a fine lady since the last time I saw you. Our memories come flooding back treacherously every so often. Warmth of your hands wandering along my hair and my back haunts me, as though you moved in my veins and will not leave until you finally block the blood flow to my heart and give me a painful heart-attack. It's pretty hard to confess for a man with such a holier-than-thou attitude like me, but bear in your to-die-for mind that I yearn for you lately and continuously.

  My trembling body to be slaughtered

  For just a kiss upon your smooth thighs

  Or maybe your wise lips

  That call for me not.

  Oh, my sin most holy

  My grave most merry

  My nightmare most fairy

  My decay is your glory.

  Fire all the guns in the world without mercy to me;

  I shall not bleed a drop anyhow, for I bled it all for thee.