Dead and Gone

Not confined by fine lines, or small minds. A precious few can share into this solitude. Keep the company of demons, ghosts and angels. From dreams to death, I tempt inherent danger. Up and down - I still stick around. Dead or driven - fool or clown.   Emaciated in this living coffin, life lived … Continue reading Dead and Gone

Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)

Driving a wedge, pushing me over the edge. Dry in the mind, unsatisfied that you're so blind inside. Don't have the answers and the questions are illiterate at best. Disregard impressions, be who I am be who you are; I don't give a fuck if you're impressed. I don't stress, so useless - point lost in … Continue reading Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)