What lies our country hides behind what we call rights!

Probably my darkest of poems about William BloodDagger, but it really shows what his thoughts are like. And when I say mask, I say it metaphorically.

I remember all the important things that you said to me.

The Green River Killer was caught after years of searching, while the river hid so many bodies.

This poem is expressing my disgust and hatred for fear & impulsiveness.

Another picture prompt. This picture was of a woman looking into the sun with insanely blue eyes and being in the pouring rain.

Kind of inspired by the film Hard Candy.

On life, love, and death.

This is my entry for the Fibonacci poetry challenge.

The living long to see the dead.