April 2018
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Alone and Lost With Battles
Words Written about June/July of 2009 context lost with frustration my own head untimely frustrated internally tortured head fucked inside out? awake to a sleeping lie hate this but love it want her later but now my head battles no escaping the folds of gray brain. torn ripped folds of gray mind fucked to battle…
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Setting Sun
I open my eyes… …and see my soul has died. I look upon and can’t help but wonder why? and I scream inside… …as the life I had dies. and the darkness it holds… …any friends I could call home. I open my eyes… …the setting sun I see.