Tragic Days

Walls go up for the hell that dwells deep in my head that sweeps the bowels of my stomach and rises dead. I take in the inferno blue that burns hotter so choose I do the tunes that churn moments I can live through. So damn manic so I panic the day played out not…

The Devil Below

Heaven didn’t want me so I walked quietly away back down to cold earth where my demons slay. It might benefit my soul if I’d learn some control in this basin now so cold I forfeit to the devil below. The wreckage turns pale this heart of mine fails in ways I will never tell…