Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
What can I say about me
Something you can’t see...
I wish i could cry
it's been years since I have...
We are the Devil's children,
choking on the suppression of God...
Im just a Girl
I have feelings too...
Attached to weights of diverse measures,
Clinging to life's enchanting pleasures...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...
Bloody bruises are created upon young skin...
a fragile little girl slices into her flesh for...
im sitting alone
drinking the usual...
To see her now is such a big contrast
Since many a year have long ago passed...
Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...
Why should i be compared
to someone I'm not...