NEWSFLASH: Sweaty Dog is Freed! Do you know where the prisoner is? (Eyeshot by TV, shouting at the mind) Do you know where the prison is? (Done territory, boredom dined) The old dog took a terror walk lower than the sweaty Point, lower than the rocks and whores; all in all, to an awkward joint â€œâ€˜Til death do us partâ€ met its match when he smiled and lost his heart to a wettened devil in an unwagered game of catch â€œNever mindâ€ he said â€œfor it was old (and itâ€™s … Continue reading →
Phantasms of blood, boredom dispeller Ideals of death (an end to the pain) Image of a ghost, a reflection of me.
Why canâ€™t i speak? My thoughts are a crash too loud for me to hold conversation with my head All those blank faces, i hold no charm for, can hear my mumble but the ones i wish to cherish ignore my silence Why canâ€™t i see? Is the world too beautiful that only my imagination can resemble the truth or is this the human way of dealing with the fright of mirrors? This is punishment for judging too quickly, too correctly Why canâ€™t i hear? Iâ€™m thankful for the escape … Continue reading →