So much can be said, through silence.Whereviolentwords fan the flames of our world.It spreads likehell-fire and eradicates this frail tundrawith haste..
They all seem so cynical.Selfishly, callously, calculating every last bit of life.Digging deeper with not a single sign of remorse.Without moral angui..
And this subliminal thread has reached a dead end.Caught and warped through times tale it smiles insanity.Where have you been?The time has come to bre..
This was the first poem I ever wrote so go easy on me; I was young. There is nothing like the powerful and utterly painful hold - of a strangled heart..