This poem is dedicated to someone new that I have a heart into… And it has become an instinct to write it this way.

A graphic description of an average night in the Freak…

A call for collaboration of the FREAK NATION…

During a period of down and out beatness…

Again, one hell of a week…

Written on the streets of San Diego after one hell of a week…

Addictions, all deadly, taking lives when they decide the time is right. Heroine, is the drug my step-sister just passed from and I found this in her room.

A writer who would keep you on the edge of your seat.

Please read my sad poem. please comment. comments are appreciated.

In a modern world with modern people, not all is as it seems. In this city, you have to fend for yourself. This is no utopia…for anything and everything could go wrong. For you…for me…and the one Superhero that no one is even sure is really on the side of good.