Lemon Salt

Seeing my trash can will bring us together, You don't think I ever feel wrong, Tears smearing, sorry for fucking up, ink, Broken razors, blades exposed, Before I discovered a different way to deal with imperfections, Scars aren't always lessons, never changes these roots, Fear ripping up carpet scared of responsibility, Fear couldn't breathe.

One Night Stand Fallen

The darkest night threatens to overtake day's light. It comes onto the heart and drains inspiration. Regardless of intelligence it inflicts damage crippling positive movement. Tears become thick trails of regrets, Sadness fornicates with negativity and suddenly sight dims. Gasps for air become harder, Gravity increases internally and externally. Accomplishments deleted or damaged beyond repair, … Continue reading One Night Stand Fallen