Who am I these days? I don’t even recognize my own gaze. A stranger’s taken my skin Cut me open and stitched me up again. Now we’re both in this hell Two angels who fell Hating themselves everyday Till we both wither away
No man or god can stop what has already been written…
It’s an Addiction
Show Some Heart, Will Ya?
“I don’t have time for this…”
9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
Basic is, as basic does
I know what you would say “You’re perfect” or “Don’t change” I need those words; but to believe them is the hardest part and especially so now that you’re gone–and I still remain The lingering echoes of you in my mind, quite honestly, drives me insane. But on those quiet, cold nights, I like to […]
Are any of us Human?