Just a poem I wrote.

Something I wrote as I spoke too soon.

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.

And yet another poem about the infamous William BloodDagger.

Revenge is not all that it’s hyped up to be …

Yeah shut up.

Men Are Just Happier People.

Strange to think how I feel no one can ever see me but it’s like I have a target painted on my back… just follow the knives. The Indivisible Invisible… the mess inside this shell that everyone tends to ignore; am I really keeping it together?

POEM.

Every person has his own "psychological field" or "life space".