Why do we always end up in the place where we began?
Why is it freedom slips away and dies in every...
She fills her room with flowers, Roses woven scent, To vanish the smell, Of her rotten...
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"I THINK I,M THE OLDEST TWEETIE PIE! SITTING ON MY PERCH, WAITING TO DIE I USED TO BE THE...
i had a soul and as it rots, a pen and paper,seldom sought. I had a mind but as it lies, a virus spreads,...
~~It could have been the thunder, It might have been the rain, maybe its my demons driving me insane...
We finish our day by laying on our backs, we close our eyes,
our bodies surrender and become limp...
Depression, Recession, my new oppression, Where from hell did it come from?.
Gray, Day, Here...
At eleven in the morning a sluggish and tragic existence came to a halt. I suppose if it were someone...
Death is the pestilence, and the extermination all at once. Death is the disease which plagues God's...
My sadness grew more and more as I felt pushed away like an old floor board.
Feeling unwanted and...
Tinged hearts in rivers gold Calliope might we speak If fathers were not unwell And...
We bought it old and rickety
Falling apart, that's for sure!
What once was grand in now in...
A wind is blowing through my head I think of rising from my bed But the heavens open up...
