The door opens. “Oh my god, the smell is horrible.” “I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.” “Christ, how long ago
I Dream
I dream of a place I may never know Where the sun shines down on me There’s no such thing as anger or hate Only
Our Time is Brief
Yeah, I remember the first time I saw her. Sitting on the edge of my bed, envelope in hand. She said it contained the answer
Watching
I push out my last cigarette for the night. It’s late, I’m tired and I need to sleep. I hear the sound again, rustling, something
