I’m not a poet A.K.A The dead man’s favorite hamburger.
Pretty please with a crisis on top? I’m sorry, was I gone too long?
My body seemed to have a "WARNING: Stay away. He blasts." sign attached to it. My body ached
Before I begin, just know that what follows is highly irrelevant and gory. If you don’t like violence and gore, kindly get in touch with reality and try to book an appointment. It’s about time you realize this world is painted red
Your world collapses but what you don’t realize is that you built this world. You are the God.
All he wanted to do was come out of the closet. Little did he know that the closet would be opened by the kids at his school without his permission.
I lost something. Something important. I feel so crestfallen. Somewhere in my life I lost it and I need you to help me find it.
I tried to live. I did, I swear. I followed what my heart said, how was I to know that my heart was a jet-black piece of shit?
God can be the light at the end of the path or the light that illuminates the path.
Time stood still. A minute felt like a month. A month of wreckage and calamity. My organs played tunes I couldn’t comprehend; my head was screaming.