To be He who is never sought out,By Day-walkers and Night Owls,By relatives with an audacity to steal my towel,Every time I drop tears forming oceans of pain coming from the bottom of my bowels,By anyone who claimed they cared when I couldn't have my fowl!Feels like…I don't exist in a world burning from Lucy's... Continue Reading →
Revenge, Sweeter Than Juice…
Am I suicidal at the moment? Or, Is the Lion inside seeking reprisal, For locking him away? I was only trying to prevent self-inflicted pain, But, Nowadays, A garden floriferous with Roses seems fitting, As more thoughts of happiness dies...