This about something which makes you realise that you are living a life of a rat in a trap…..where bits of bread are just to attract you and put you in a trap..and the very next day you just try to console your self that one day you will escape…

By Bryan Wegman.

Rain washes down the sewer drains. Those sewer drains smell swful. Is that where the nasty’s live? I think so.

A cocktail for a purpose, to be or not to be.

Poem about “Up”

Surgical drain vs. Vampire.

Who is this vampire, Alabaster?

My heart is bleeding for you.

When everything you give is still never enough, you find yourself just giving up.

A Poem about an unwelcomed guest.