Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...
Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...
<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...
It’s beautiful here,
And I am now free...
This is my postcard that is addressed to heaven
I just hope that it doesnt get there late...
The New Zealand shootings
The weeping souls of Islam...
No one know what true pain feels like
Unless they’ve felt it...
if i could only remember not
the good times in paradise...
A boyish sound, that vibrates through the air,
It tickles the ears as it swirls about, then dives...
can’t believe you’re almost gone.
Life ripped you right away from me without giving...
He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...
Custom painted red candy I coat
My blade sharp enough to sever your throat...