Empty Pack

I can see the pain written in your soul. The constant struggle to contain the shouts. A plea unbeknownst to docile ears. A fear… A fear of tomorrow because today seems too bad. A constant reflection of what was said. I will carry this burden for the last of my days. Walk the Earth covered…

This one’s Personal

As we take our seats, We lay everything down on the table. Carry our guilt, Burrow the pain, Gaze into one another’s souls as every emotion can be seen. Through the looking glass; time stands still. This table seems full, a palatable fate. What we thought we had seems to slowly fade. Utter the words…

Photogenic

This picture doesn’t look the same anymore. Who knew a smile could be so dangerous. Long, black and wavy. Butterflies turn into centipedes, Every feeling, every moment feels like things are in reverse. Lost in lust, Lost in love, Guilty pleasures we all are ashamed of. This picture doesn’t feel the same. Thought I had…