Burnt Paragraphs (B.E.T) Disenchanted in us…Bet will be my only response… Our kismet impaired beyond what the eyes can see Diluted in...

Back in Time Every Sunday I travel back in time In my favorite coffee shop Unwinding in the floral aroma of mocha The sweet sound of jazz...

Twisted Obsession Laying here snuggled in the warmth of a bucolic scenery…smiling, enjoying the twist and turns of our habitual episodes....

Puppet Master Mentally enslaved…mind games, played Controlled by hands of hate, Human instrument set on display… All I see is a devil...