Warmth

with my trembling hands
giving what I fear the most
still seeking the light

Life

your place in the line
forefathers recognition
of future era

Goth

black hair and mirror
beauty seemingly layered
improvement needed

Burden

still raining outside
later Fall is upon us
and I am alone

Born yesterday

black country in debt
the sole food for the money
non existent law

Shield

when the day is long
work relentless I recall
your smile and comfort

Dying heart

ominous rumor
blindingly vehement lie
sooty soul of fall

Stranded

what a mess you left
all because you couldn't pay
the blackened void waves

Reality

life is hard down here
beneath the rotting pizza
this isn't a game

Melee

me you outside now
sure glorious evening
curry and a fight