Attempts At Poetry, Excerpts of Thought, Horror, Idle Hands and Ceiling Fans, Music

b l u r r y f a c e

  darkly glowing energy hate and screams in synergy fire inside is killing me destroying is what i’m made for, can’t you see?   i consist of black lustful corruption wild thoughts and cerebral combustion all i am is a creature of corrosion you can’t stop this monster of emotion   words are weapons of… Continue reading b l u r r y f a c e

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Excerpts of Thought

It’s Just A Radio

I’m just a kid. Adults don’t care much about what I think. But I do think. And I listen. I go up the tiny stairs to the attic and wipe the strands of cobwebs off the broken radio that my parents had dumped. And I grab the big knob in both hands and turn it… Continue reading It’s Just A Radio