June 23, 2021
Heaven’s Hell
The ink within white sheets are blood in their eyes, As wounded I’m not but bleeding...
truth
June 20, 2021
In Hindsight
A lips whispering for truce under bleeding eyes Exhale an air of hypocrisy hanging like dusts,...
May 30, 2021
Shouting to the Void
Tip-toeing empty asphalt, as if anyone really cares about any sound my footsteps make; Inhaling midnight...
May 11, 2021
The Way I Am
Not for your Houdini in plastic pyramids, Or your saving graces, grinning sir Damaso, Or your...
