Poems from Bad.Wolf
What do you do on days when the borrowed time that you have left is a wasteland of insincerity? When the bloodied face of destruction comes...
Why is it that only the beautiful inspire us? When one thirsts for inspiration, they turn to the graceful rolling hills or the forever...
I remain uninspired at this particular time. I look at the people around me and feel very..uninvolved. Not at any other's fault but my own...
Cracked
Dead
What is there to replenish such hopelessness?
To shake this black soul back to life
My heart
remains an ugly scar upon this...
It seemed so simple. “May I kiss you?” His eyes implored, searching mine with such intensity. I looked up, and thought of it all in its...