Crammond

It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.

Open Heart

I’d open your heart with such surgical skill

We are all Gods

We are gods of the world we accept

Better Half

You shrink from the darkness
Like a coward.

Fortress

I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.

Rant #1 – The World is Fucked

It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas

Slow Burn

Just a hollow hallucination,
Forced to feel their disgust.