I took a journey
And found myself...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...

I used to live by the graveyard
It was peaceful at night...

There was a time and a place
Or maybe a person I forget...

Somewhere between serenity and understanding
Somehow lost within words we’ll never say...

We made the antidote for suffering
And we choked the pills down yesterday...

Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and...

I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...

There is a colour that I no longer seem to see
There is a chain I wear whenever I am free...

Far from home
I sit on this foreign hill...

Weightless upheld in the ether
I’m sick of waiting...