Don't tell me your soul is not guilty of the death of me, when you were right there, in front of me, the moment I was shot down to pieces.
November 2016
YOU ARE READING
The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
An Innocent Murderer
Don't tell me your soul is not guilty of the death of me, when you were right there, in front of me, the moment I was shot down to pieces.
November 2016
