I wasn’t quite dead But you buried Me anyway It wasn’t much Of a ceremony But what Did I expect I wish this hole Was
Category: Poetry & Prose
Hypocrite – An Autobiography
Shrug with false dignity Virtues signaled Calculating fractions Of what is left Pinpoint the point Within the point I’m trying to make Pretentious as hell
Empty, Within
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my
This Time
it’s been a long time coming the divisive fracture held much longer than expected through the wind and the rain ever widening, splintering the creaks
Decency, We Barely Knew Thee
I stood watching As decency took its last breath I barely recognized it anymore It had been mangled and beaten Left to wither in the
