A Rogue Design

Maybe adrift I canswaddle in powerof love but in thehours past it’s sour. Upon this precipice,a tale told of lost illconcepts grip and Ifollow grips of a pill. The lows grasp me,and I fell before too.So finding this depthfor me is not new. So I kick up dirt Itell the fates foreverto take this cup…

Numb

A bottle I enjoy,it falls inside meto numb a hurtleft by memory. I feel desire deepto throw over allcontrol of facultyin my limbs I fall. The bed I writheis sturdy but faildo my lungs as Itry them exhale. So I return to it,to scratch in penthe hurt deep Ican’t keep within. The weight needI do…