Lightning strikes the riverside,tap tap crashmy heart is brokenyou’re oddly…
“Hello?”
“Hello! Is this Mr. Hobbs?”
“It is.”
Nerves unsheathed, your mindrewired to wander, and seekrisks and adventure, the thrillpropelling you outward stillplaying…
While they dreamed of exquisite cars,All I tried was how to hide my scars…
Is it better to have diedThan to have lived a dead life?In dying alone shall there be cleansingabsolute. A friend once said“You will struggle all…
All around, there is congestionMerciless and enclosingBarriers that shut out the light, unrealWalls within walls, windowlessDecadent values…