I write sonnets nightly, You have taken your gift of writing to lightly, Your so unlike me. In a windowless room with a thousand candles burning, Im at the incursion of learning the twi...

I howl at the moon, The stories are true, I will come for you. Can taste your essence from a mile… Nothing will stand in my way,

lips slightly apart, senses become sharp, my eyes go dark, before i kiss you with all the energy in my heart.

Never dared to reveal how much I cared, Guess I’m just to scared. Laughed as we listen to old songs and sang along,

I sit here with the license to abuse my barbiturate and vices, Their not subsiding, Lamp lights become blinding, Imagination and heart rate climbin…

I’m face to face to her sensitive… Liquid intake makes feelings elate… Transformative state, Fangs and claws, I want it all.

I feel I must mention my reflecti… in the selection of my rhythm sect… it’s an art collection with a cello reception an immaculate conception

Beautifully crafted notes about the gold chakra in my throat Colorful varicose veins from techn… show I’m no joke with these rhymes…

In Rome, in the Vatican’s catacom… When at home I extract genetic co… Dabblegagger has made his own clon… Electrical shocks through the dome… Magic and medicine infuse skin wit…

You have to always write, The proof read all night. Digest the information, Apply the application, Invoke invocation

Could it be the way I converse when I write my verse that’s a gift and a curse? Is it my subtext?, or my timing?.