You see, it is not insanity that pushes the mind pasts it boundaries of life or death, rather it be, creativity and the semi-pureness towards the art of murder.
I am not one to feel cold-blooded but I am one to sit back and light a cigarette while the world is clashing and colliding around me.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
