I seek the noise, the light the touch
I seek the company, but not too much...
Change occurs when "damaged"
is labelled crossed my chest...
Tell me numbers
mixed with riddles...
She lights another cigarette
As the smoke fades...
Lost without a compass
during a time of shadow dancing...
In the blink of weary eyes
I took it on myself to tell lies...
Once,
I heard you sing...
Every time, ignoring the loveliest heart of father...
Poets and Saints have only praised the mother...
Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears...
Pain can consume us, make us self loath
Always in pain feeling nowhere can be home...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...
Anxiety.
I feel like I'm spiraling out of control...