Poetry Scrawled on a Wall

i love you- i just don't know if it means anything 

everywhere i go i find a lonely soul 

everything nowadays smells like piss or burnt leather soles

Nietzsche is god

the weather is sunny-like when you left. now i only find solace in cold grey rain

hopes of making angels in the dust of the moon

please don't leave like you do when i dream

call nothing for a good time

everything is complacent. sin is pedestrian. 

displeased