>Putrefied Identity (Macabre)

> I sit inside of my rusted cage, Twisted thoughts suppress the rage, Rain speckles and hides my face, Kill the soul to clear some space, Tattoos and words hide my self, But… Continue reading


> I haven’t been myself in a while, who is the least like me, Getting ahead being me turned out to be the least likely, I’ve tried being you, but you keep changing… Continue reading

>A Chance At Perfect (You Got It)

> Can you remember the day, Does it play over and over in your mind, Did you ever ask God would there be, The perfect woman for you to find, Can you imagine… Continue reading


> Can you tell me why I put on this suit and tie, To lose my brain cells to a nine to five, To lose the rest of my life, To a status… Continue reading