I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
In the middle of my bedroom
you hear a awful scream...
I wish i could be a good friend
i wish i could put myself aside...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
Adept trick of fingers
toss up...
With your hand
reach out and...
Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
[ Khajuraho is a World Heritage Site in Central...
Beehive peeks, temple granites...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...