Nico Writing

Today, I am bypassing my vanity They say vanity ends up alone Tired eyes, slowly open in the sunlight Hesitating, reluctant and unaware Precisel..

That powder looks like pixie dust Whiskey makes my knife thrust That swollen face has me hushed Your very existence infects me Inside my head is..

Morbidly enraged, Certifiably deranged. Rearranged on a rampage, Unnamed and tight caged. On a tangent outrage, Fast lane, Champaign, Cocaine..