I remember
I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of
I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of
The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve saidFlesh vibrating regularly from the wind
Power is an illusion that the weak accept for themselves to avoid the agony of change. Weakness is an illusion the powerful
Contaminated thoughtsFueled by toxic dreamsThe smile says tranquilityInside the brain just screams Plastic eyes reflect the worldNo shine coming from withinTrauma blasted
I do not remember a time I was on the other side of the veila time before the time I would know