There is so much colour in mundane life that only a writer can see.
I wish we had a lantern And not this blinding light. Your dim-lit eyes would have so much to t... I wish we had a lantern And not this blinding light. Your dim-lit eyes wou...
Her youthful face had no wrinkles, But her eyes were dull, With love for the unlovable, Pit... Her youthful face had no wrinkles, But her eyes were dull, With love for t...
The poem describes the black sun. The poem describes the black sun.
I see the torn strings As mute as they had always been As I be my dream catcher To catch my... I see the torn strings As mute as they had always been As I be my dream ca...
When the sky bleeds blue, I want it to bleed every part of me in you. When the sky bleeds blue, I want it to bleed every part of me in you.
I dwell in the past. As I stare into nothingness From beneath my shut eyelids The ugly form... I dwell in the past. As I stare into nothingness From beneath my shut eyel...
They followed, she sped Pacing fast, she ran. They smacked and burped. Looking for some mor... They followed, she sped Pacing fast, she ran. They smacked and burped. ...
It slithered through inside me, Quietly, stealthily. I smiled at it. I smiled at me. It slithered through inside me, Quietly, stealthily. I smiled at it. I smiled...
She failed to veil her trodden soul, unrealised there were hundreds like her. She smiled at them but... She failed to veil her trodden soul, unrealised there were hundreds like her. Sh...