The Dream Melody
Perhaps, finally, he had gone mad. It was to be expected, after all. Whoever knew…
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It’s all Red
She’s- on fire They’re all- liars She says: she’s angry She says: she’s tired I…
Home
Everything is colored wrong, that blue door I remember it-purple ~ You sound different on…
Purple Butterflies
Sometimes they’re pretty, Little purple butterflies Sometimes green, red Bruises, wet by tears from silent…
Little Robin
Sat surrounded by colours of orange and red, the leaves all fell and hit the…
Clementine
If a vision of spring was created by hand You would find it appear in…
Footprints of the Soul
Reason eludes thesetortured momentsVacuousness embraces thehollow silences,suffocating any embersof new found flights of fancy Solace…
Revenge is Just a Gay Club in Brighton
Rainbow colors… neon lights… pulsing beats…bodies drowning out thoughts… liquor is dripping through my veins….
Too Many Faces
In my head there are too many faces, Once I am she, Then they, Nearly…