When I venture to speak your name,The word is uttered with spit.A sour taste of unforgotten blame,Tattooed with abundant regret. A name is said to reflect a person;In your case, I deem this the truth.An honest reflection, a candid reminder,Of my wasted, corrupted youth. To blame another for your transgressions,Is commonly labelled a sin.But my … Continue reading Let go
There's a house with no roof,On a street with no lights.A young man lives there,Aged beyond his years. He has a car with no engine,And sits on a seat with no belt.The car jumps forward,It roars, quietly. He passes cars with no drivers,And sings a song with no tune.His phone rings in his pocket,He answers, … Continue reading Aged Beyond His Years
Her face is cracked and Reflects her cold, broken heart. The world was not kind.
The Crimson Filter