Eastbound

An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut

Succumb

He hates me, I hate him. The end.

Tower of Sorrow

eternal blackness, he's gone

Clot

HIS LOVE IS PUTRID

Lived and Learned

All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊

The Best Things In Life Aren’t Free

A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.