Poems from Ten_of_Swords
that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone
that buzzes from the depths of your soul
to the teeth in your skull
to the tips of your...
i’m becoming what i hate
i’m becoming who i fear
hanging on another day
holding out another year
so three cheers for self improvement
and...
to whom this may concern: i am now free
i do not wish to sing thee barren praise
nor have it fall on eyes that cannot see
i spend my dreams...