half of him glistens in the sun the other burns – weak as skin is; it will one […]
numb
fraud tastes sweet my intoxicated delirium serenity lost locked up pink coated dungeon tongue traces sugar more sugar […]
close the curtains turn off the light hide inside this fortress of the lucky life you were born […]
it’s this blindfold made of bills and check books that keeps us staring at our own reflection instead […]
