Love, Life & Loss

Roses

Roses Are not red But stained With the blood That has bled From the hearts Of those Left for dead In the wake Of your flawless Beauty And unrivalled Cruelty

Politics, Society & Satire

When the Puppets Become the Masters

For far too longThey’ve pulled our stringsThey’ve weighed us downAnd clipped our wings They write the scriptAnd we reciteWe only actAs they incite Every thoughtAnd every actionIs subject to theirSatisfaction They tell us to danceSo we danceThey tell us to singSo we sing untilOur lungs give in They tell us to crySo we cryThey tell… Continue reading When the Puppets Become the Masters

Miscellaneous

Aneurysm

I feel the pressure buildingEvery minute getting worseI gotta find releaseBefore it bursts A wounded mindInfected thoughtsI need reliefFrom what they’ve wrought So pass the scalpelPass the penI’ll do anythingTo make this end Cut it openLet it bleedWords must flowIt’s all I need