The interesting thing about this dark poem is that initially this was supposed to be the opening scene for a novel I was tinkering with. But then I de..
It is in the nature of the lies we speak. Falling into murky liquid pools.Permanence of the deception at its peak.Deaf to the silence, which was amend..
With my head hung low And my fingers stretching forwardI was begging the world to take me.Not understanding the sudden change in speedI gripped onto t..
Tasting the air with my tongue.I stood right here when I lost someone.So long ago, but it smells just the same.Wading through depths while I sung.Hopi..