Sophea T. Amari

N.41

Bliss and sweet escape His hallowed lips but nothing Changes what I hate.

Sophea T. Amari

N.95

He never said much My hands were all that he touched Beneath the black muck.

Sophea T. Amari

N.677

Despondently yours Pen, paper, ink, they write true The demon in you.

Sophea T. Amari

N.312

Fleur, fleur, joie de vivre The clock strikes one, two, three, dreams Kingdoms fall appeased.

Sophea T. Amari

N.286

There is a dark thing That leads me to fear our cries My own wrath, it dies.

Sophea T. Amari

Is that alright with you?

If I gave you my Heart, dripping with dark Love If I flushed out my Shame, awkward with Crime If I begged for your Grace, breaking with Bad If I loaded my Glock, pulsing with Poison If I trashed your place, lie with the Waste Is that alright with you?