Is poetry the ink of the soul,the crumpled pages of my shattered heart?Is love a broken…
How long will I last, reincarnated at the bottom of the food chain?
Why are you always tapping my templeand expecting a response from me,especially when there is bad…
Dust is just an offshootof lives lived and memoriesthat are fading into the etherand falling through…
Lifehas becometoo trivial;