Ghosts and Regrets
this is a far cry from reality imbibing these dreams – my hallucination you haunt the heart with desperation the ghost of every memory you walk the hollow, hallowed halls […]
this is a far cry from reality imbibing these dreams – my hallucination you haunt the heart with desperation the ghost of every memory you walk the hollow, hallowed halls […]
The streets are filled with empty faces It’s like a sea of vanity They wear the marks of their disgraces Like bloody badges on their sleeves And as you step […]
Again By Kristin Post I like solitude. I like stepping away, and being able to absorb the silence. And sometimes, I fall asleep. So, I wake up, and it’s […]