This hurts,Watching her cry, Asking for her forgiveness,Calming afterwards, Whilst wishing to poke my eyes and gouge that of my neighbor’s…
When my anger startsTo cry, my body & soulGasp, my lungs begin
Who are youJonny Gomez?
The Melody of Anger
Anger is a strange malady.
There are no fucking vampires, wizards, murderous clowns, spunky, plucky, or…
The sun was rain, pouring across the shoulders of this beast, boiling and yellow against the whiteness of the sand and pulling the putrid sweat…
Don’t ask me to believe in you…
I did once and the lies still