The Massacre

I’m the empty carcass of those bullets lying by your feet I'll leave my plain face an open sheet So you can read the imprints of happiness once found between the lines A sheet, scorched and badly mended Like copper that isn't really copper, but iron Painfully affixed and rusting with age Made to act... Continue Reading →

Some shit.

I don’t even know how to feel Sometimes the good feels like the bad Where can I find the joy When we’re falling down so fast Trapped in a box with a broken locket Unable to escaped I don’t know who I need Who will be fore me on the other side Waiting for me... Continue Reading →

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