Fatigue is only dust Accumulating in the air, Until your breathe it in And that kind of dust Takes each […]
Fin-gures.
I thought good could be a cause, That causes were meant to be won But winning this one, Was succumbing […]
Shoulders of Legacy.
How do I grieve an incomplete man, When every sentence that he was sentenced to Was stillness that came before […]
PARA-Noid.
Paranoia or it’s lack is a finicky prophecy, A foretelling forever dwelling In the foyer of majesty. What choice could […]
At Capacity.
I’ve been sickLonger than you’ve been dead,But I can’t get better alone.So sick I layLabored breathing And oft repeating,That the […]
One Eye’d Surrender.
Don’t ask the time.
Retrospect.
In retrospect I could see, How I was a very Inaccurate portrait Of me.
Furthest.
themischiefmemoirs 