Everything’s Zen Everything’s dead Sex, blood, tears and pain Swimming in a pool of misery Gluttony is laughing as we bleed out our innocence into this dirty… Read more “Everything’s Zen – Original Poem”
Month: October 2013
Morning Break – Original Poem
Hold me close, don’t let me go You are the dancer sliding across the stage in my dreams Swift as the wind, you glide through life with… Read more “Morning Break – Original Poem”
