I Don’t Want This Medicine.

I think there is something leaking into me. I’ve been sea bound and aimless since birth. I’ve drowned a few times but My insides have always remained dry. Seas of emotion have roared at me, But I’ve always had a certain quiet within me. I’ve come to learn that just because I can’t hear their … Continue reading I Don’t Want This Medicine.

Most hells are the same. It’s your Devils that you have to choose wisely.

  When you’re lonely Every sigh sounds like a violent noise. Sometimes peace is found in between her legs. But there’s also an ocean in her smile, And I’m listening for laughter in her cheeks. If you squint your eyes, she looks likes poetry Which is ironic because I can’t find the words to describe … Continue reading Most hells are the same. It’s your Devils that you have to choose wisely.