The Ego of Self Induced Terror

They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.

Collateral Damage Station

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company I'm on the inside where children weep and we speak this language of naivety, conversations brief know what it's like to be the weird one so, pretty stays silent She'll only be assumed Life consumes her … Continue reading Collateral Damage Station