HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE! You’re blocking all of our light. Up there on your high pedestal what the hell gives you the right? A
Tag: poem
temporary death
As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.
The Pyracantha’s verdict
How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you
This song is shit
Busted Broken, Shattered Damaged… Call it what you want to, It all becomes so easily unmanaged. The strength and courage is slain validating the
Am I am… is I am?
Here we go with the same old shit DamnIT, I thought I was done with it, Tired again, and yet looking for more From
Too little, two face
You must lie in the bed, that you have made? Maybe that’s why I always slept on the couch. Made it easier to go,
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 