Sunset

The sun is rising in the west. The world is upside down and Nothing makes sense. I dream of green sunsets Following days imbued with innocence. But until that day, I cannot...

Smoking Mirror

Going home to a place that Faded away With time, with life, with age Survival is death. The heavens in my eyes opened up Flooding me Awakening me Liberating me, my Pristine superficiality Shattered. Sleep, food, sex, air Oblivion. The mirror of my conscience...

The Safety of My Home

The safety of my home Is a luxury I may no longer Be able to experience Is a privilege that may soon be Lost to me forever. As I sit here I think That someday Someday soon It may all be lost. Lost to the greed and avarice Of others. Others who shall never know me....

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