She is cracked and dryShards of whatShould be.Empty air does not live here,A harsh lit space of nothingnessWhere blinding whiteScours reject sidesAnd spears of brokenStab the world.The winds of voicesFlow on pastUnheard.There is no soil or waterBound to t...
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I am the moth in the jarHammering hard against glassAs it warms in the sunrise andBakes in the heatOn my fragile dry leafOf unfortunate soulEver flipping itselfTo get outAnd to breathe.Where the cruel sun beats downOn my wings turning vapidOver dryness in...
All is Gone - Adrian Gabardo I guess it's true, everything does turn to rust, time is such a careless bitch, dropping you to the ground on every opportunity. Everything I've been, has now vanished, the once sweet kid, is just a bag of sorrow and apathy. M...