Don't.
Don’t pick a battle with me, because I’ll bring the war; Rape, pillage and burn, run a scar across your world.
Hands.
My hands burn with words that beg to be written and scribbled to birth into the world, they cannot wait for their first scream into...
Heart's beating
They are the type that makes your heart beat hard and slow all at the same time. So, there you have it, you have this human who can...
Howling Words
I used to think I wrote. Sometimes, it just seems like my words echo into a vast and silent abyss; it is me singing poetry to the moon...