Where does the river flow, it never stops,
just how does it all feel to be lost...
**......**this is for anyone who struggles with...
Taking pills...
When that little wheel in my head is going
all pens are dried out, no paper in sight...
I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost...
Endo,
hallucination to point blank...
Many sorrows I have kept in my mind
'cause answers of many questions, I find...
Burn:
burn for my syllic silence...
I feel like this is where I end
In the parking lot of a thrifty wash...
My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through...
What is a monster?
Some people would say pedophiles...
Demon, what is my treason?
brought down by the crashing watershore's fall...
I remember you, as though you
were the biggest sin bound to my surface...