Husk mit navn : Writing

My lungs are infusion bags

My lungs are infusion bags

A Poem by Husk mit navn


How it feels like to be with someone that drains you emotionally and physically. To you, my addiction, Go to hell. Love
Tonight I had a drink

Tonight I had a drink

A Story by Husk mit navn


Tonight I had a drink. It didn't take me too long to realize it was really just a mix of melancholy and madness. I spilled my glass everywhere I..
Tortured soul and fragile body

Tortured soul and fragile body

A Poem by Husk mit navn


Morpheus denied me his armsAnd angels denied me their wings How could I ever know what peace brings To a tortured soul And a fragile body Thoughts..
Silver plates and golden spoons

Silver plates and golden spoons

A Poem by Husk mit navn


I gave you my heart on a silver plate, and you ate it with a golden spoon, My fallen angel, my only savior, my sun and moon. My constella..