I’m dying
Inside...
I was born on the stage
The light was so bright...
Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...
Deep seated self-hatred. Self absorption.
Codependency. Independence...
I feel you creeping in like the dark, wishing me...
you ruin me, my life cant be on track for long, i...
Excuses, looks like that's all you’ll get from...
You can check the signal but it looks like it’s...
Dear,
My tired eyes still blink...
In the space between
Sunday love-songs...
Once I would light a candle
And set it in our view...
Doesn’t seem to take much
A word, a joke, a sound...
I am alone in my creed
As I remained since from crib...
as the PnQ
ship started to sink a voice...