Somebody told me,
there's a purpose in my pain...
I always equated sadness to sound,
the sorrows of a songbird, the pain of a...
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
Scars are relics I touch with reverence.
Fingers traverse across these marks...
Years have gone by,
A lifetime has passed...
Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...
I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...
It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
I can't breathe
I'm scared to see...
I fell in love with not my heart
But instead with my eyes...
despair has me in a chokehold;
my lungs fight for a chance at survival...