To my old friend in japan

A part of me believed in the fiction of August 25                 And hated you for breaking it. A part of me valued your presence,                 And hated me for degrading it. I still look upon the fingers worn                                                 From my pleasures                                 From my pressures From the wrath of my imagination And in […]


Within these bloody walls rests a child sleeping whose dreams keep him safe from the terror the pumping and throbbing of his world may bring him. It is his lullaby; he does not know this. Nor he doesn’t know how unreal His reality could be. That I could not decipher For I stand here outside […]