Two steps from hell…
Two steps from hell- part two __The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from the locked door, the cold white walls. I want… Continue reading
Two steps from hell- part two __The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from the locked door, the cold white walls. I want… Continue reading
3 am poetry… 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I laughed at her words and I told her. Never adore a… Continue reading
Right or wrong? I went to my lady of May. Her Winter blanket had wore-off and I needed to go to her. I arrived at the Port Austin and I took my shoes… Continue reading