Destroying what was once ours these walls of fire consuming towers the walls I built with my hungry hate the walls which have no hopeful gate no entry for me to help the caged those within are entrapped and raged those trapped within the fire are the feelings I must acquire to feel my loves… Continue reading Words Of The Confused
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Halsom
Walking down this part of Raven Street is almost like walking through one massive graveyard. Churchyards line either side of the dirt road, filled with tombs. Our little town holds so many dead, and so few left living.
The Faces Always Change
I was an average guy, working average hours at the same kind of lame ass job that all college kids have to pay for the beer we drink to get us through college. I spent my time with friends, at the mall having, what i thought was the time of my life, it actually seemed… Continue reading The Faces Always Change
the no-way mirror
amongst my tears I bathe. washing my soul. first with one hand…then with the other. not wanting to dirty either so much that it will refuse to be cleansed.