June 23, 2021
Heaven’s Hell
The ink within white sheets are blood in their eyes, As wounded I’m not but bleeding...
The ink within white sheets are blood in their eyes, As wounded I’m not but bleeding...
A lips whispering for truce under bleeding eyes Exhale an air of hypocrisy hanging like dusts,...
Tip-toeing empty asphalt, as if anyone really cares about any sound my footsteps make; Inhaling midnight...
Not for your Houdini in plastic pyramids, Or your saving graces, grinning sir Damaso, Or your...