Necrophiliacs!Dead men in a suit who have yet to lay in their caskets,Is what presidents should be called.Nonetheless,Most humans all across the world are dead set on an endless funeral not worth attending.Urging for a hero to save their country,No matter how rabid we carry ourselves for a taste of money,Power,Lust,Drugs lost souls die over... Continue Reading →
No More Glasshouses
Free.Free is what I feel when I lay distant from a family devoured by their guilt and sorrow.Free!Is what I feel every moment I recite poems,Hoping they become a good omen for another reading to alleviate their worries over the anticipation of Tomorrow.Free!...Is all I can feel as I isolate from what is toxic to... Continue Reading →