A man is born into a blueberry fieldDay by day picking the berries from the stemBeautiful clouds come and goWatching the sun ride the ferrous wheelSti..
I sit motionless on the bowlooking into the glassy ocean eye.Volcanic blisters erupting from my bodyspilling thick rusted blood.My mouth pleading for ..
Lost in this world of realityfor which there is no home for meBlood of mine is on the streetsleft from where you tore with your judgementthe searchers..
Blunders that I madeMistakes that I didn'tPeople that I agonizedThieves I didn't bruiseWaves that crashed where I was notSnow that transcended while I..