​In the palace with beautiful marble floors The spot of mud ruined it all Near the dirty dingy corner tea shop  A pretty creeper embraced an ugly wall In the perfect smile of the models face The vacant eyes revealed her pain  Near her lovers old things and broken dreams  A happy memory made its […]


We are all broken edges  Looking for someone who fits our jagged edges  We are all just sharp corners  Getting too close to those who hurt us more We are all just sons of Icarus Waiting for the moon while burning our souls

Alms no more

Her wounds in a bowl She went from door to door They ignored her cries  Or they gave her more And so she threw away that burdensome load Labour lost…and a lighter soul