There’s a face beneath the boards I can’t tell if this is a demon or ghost but it scares me the most. There’s a face beneath the boards i’m terrified but, all I can do is pray to the lord. The smile is haunting and its presence is daunting wherever I go it’s sure to […]
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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I’m going to turn my pain into art. It’s the only way I know how to bear my heart. I laugh, cry and have all these regrets. I challenged the world and I lost the bet. I surround myself with people and pretend to keep myself from going mad. But even with my friends around, […]
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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.
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.”
Zo Grimmwood 