Blowing steam,To iron out some things.To flatten out the creases in my mind before I blink,On a stage!Where I present my pain,With a smile I have to force until it feels real on a face I barely want to see… More of my muscles are in use the more I glower,Like an owl,Perched on the... Continue Reading →
Like Even Stevens (Written In 2018)
I need a break from insanity. Make reservations with a woman called Vanity. Why self destruct under constructs created by my own pain? Whenever I don't pay my inner child any ounce of attention, While driving on a road to ascension, Redemption, Whatever anybody wants to name it... I thought I was only human, Losing... Continue Reading →