His voice frees you from
Opions that tarnished your soul...
In My Eyes
Daddy...
I Wanna be gone where humility
And humbleness exists...
A Conversation
Two glasses filled sat closely near each other...
Try.
Try to love yourself...
Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film...
She began daydreaming of
clawing through the tunnels...
I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...
Worry is a white
fox, a snowy ermine...
Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...
Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...
Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...