Guess it's not a myth to me that men cry They just cry to the hearing of the spirit Flashing a smile as they slowly die inside With no shoulder to...Read more

You preach salvation Through meatless plates Rally in streets, righteous, Against slaughterhouse gates “All life is sacred!” Your banners decree Whi...Read more

I chase starlight, Dreaming of brilliance in void. Yet what feeds their fire But cosmic destruction? Everyone fears the dark— That velvet truth, Tha...Read more

There's blood on my hands It's from the mosquito I killed last night While I watched you slumber It came too close to you And it tried to hurt you ...Read more