JunkyardsGreener junkyards and pale bedrooms. The closet doesn’t smell familiar anymore, How I wish he could cry like that again, A gentle touch on…Dec 21, 2016Dec 21, 2016
Winter of ‘13There is a reason why the weather is so dry tonight, There is a reason why this melancholic winter has to ruin the autumn’s reign. There…Aug 24, 2016Aug 24, 2016
Bullet Of GlassFor life wouldn’t be a life anymore, Without an owner, to lend all your beliefs to, And with a blasphemous purpose of life, I propose the…Feb 25, 2015Feb 25, 2015
