Two of Us
Who am I these days? I don’t even recognize my own gaze. A stranger’s taken my skin Cut me open and stitched me up again. Now we’re both in this hell Two angels who fell Hating themselves everyday Till we both wither away
Who am I these days? I don’t even recognize my own gaze. A stranger’s taken my skin Cut me open and stitched me up again. Now we’re both in this hell Two angels who fell Hating themselves everyday Till we both wither away
No man or god can stop what has already been written…
It’s an Addiction
let’s have some bloody fun.
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Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.
Happy Halloween and a Blessed Samhain. Enjoy this retelling. it’s quite a crooked story…
I’m sorry I’ve been slacking! I moved, got injured, hard couple of week but hopefully I can get back to writing and recording!! Please enjoy this short, poetic narration of “Just A Name.”
tall man you come as a prophet with so much darkness in your eyes. will you take the dark from mine as well? cleanse me in this lone alley of all evils and pain and make an angel out of me?