Sometimes I sit herePlaying Russian Roulette; gun loadedMemories; which one will blow me away?Barrel pressed to my head, fingers on the triggerClick. ..
Society is a plague, a sicknessSpreading disease and creating weaknessMaking you see yourself in a dark lightPushing for an internal fightThe hatred a..
The paper bleeds redStaining over pagesOf words never saidWords that could have purposeTo show the truthOf what lies below the surfaceBut no eyes want..