Alice Grey Writing

Hypocrisy Vast as the glare From the honey moon On a gloomy October night Underneath my skin A corpse Cries to a reflection of lies Black as..

When I used to live in the country There was a huge forest It was full of trees They were tall, wide, small, and thin They were all trees But to ..

In the midst of pain A tornado, So vicious I have to hold on To my soul, Rips apart our world A stone wall crashes against my body Separ..