They ask me why I don't react these daysI say I'm an old man nowHell doesn't burn me anymoreNor does rain cool meBlood was blood when it was redNow le..
Held in by the glassReflected in reverse, I aminverted heart mimicking meTwo taut dimensions obliterating my thirdThere's no depth to me, I ambreath a..
When you told me you were leaving it was a blow like no other blow. Like a Bulldozer slammed in my face. Like a heavy bookshelf fell on me. Like a roa..
The days are whirring past like my ceiling fan and I can hardly make out one from the next or the next or the next. The days just whirr past unseen. L..