The Pull

Blame it on the moon. The madness you hide and the one you show, the hate stored in your soul! The darkness you protect while it eats you whole, decaying your brain killing your thoughts! The pain you use to kill what you are, your hastening heartbeat your poisoned blood! The glass in your hand…

Thoughts

I see the hate walking among people I see it consuming, devouring souls I see the light that i once saw But my eyes, can not gaze upon it anymore! I see broken smiles and divided laughs I see the meaning behind someone’s word But the meaning flies, and disappears when it gets repeated by…