Persistent sin. We suffer from that. The cold tears that run down every night Wondering…
Browsing: style and rhythm
Not in my backyard, yet. Leftover ruins shell by shell Impunious mounds pile by pile…
The ridicule of entity; She claims to be an entity; yet as empty as a…
I Hear Voices In an episode of senile psychosis Nocturnal solo long walk barefoot I…
Longing and cravings of the heart Oh! The sweet feel within Veiling thought and reason…
Unlike the good days of yore, we roast like oxen on hot coal! A man…
I scream to my wings, bud. Out of passivity that kept you tied down in…
No man has a face anymore! With everyone’s bonce buried on the lighten screen clutched…
I stared at the distant future Hallowed by the morning sun Far beyond the horizon…
I speak to my mind, arise. Out of your low estate. Of the ashes, you’ve…