pip

I have fallen from instinctive grace, a lame excuse for shameful games, fame is your trophy I lay slain, vied myself between fury and fortitude distinctions cut with unconditional magnitude the only solitude I wished for was inside your arms heart beats in situ I remember your eyes were my i’s how are you today is […]

open eyes

I wonder what it would be like, to sit out and delete, sit out and delete; cruel memories concepted, in the darkness of conceit, echoes manifesting, sick voices in my sleep, collected impressions, more than skin deep, familiar neglect and insistent disbelief, stolen innocence by a demon thief. I wonder what it would be like, […]