poetry After The Fall 16 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 I wouldn't want any ounce of fuel gone to waste Paints slung upon maids who made a entire civilization bodies that everyone wanted for their own reclusive misery Waste away…
poetry Aftermath 17 Jan 201919 Apr 2019 It's funny; no matter how many times you could look at paintIt still bleeds all the samepeople try to coat their comfortable lives with a convincing dyeblissfully aware of the…
The Nameless Collective 