Stationary. |
She was my beauty,
And my beast...
I write poetry and prose,
to me the mind is no rose...
Things are brave,
things are weak...
There are no reinforcements here,
it is just me...
Tonight is the night of everlasting contempt.
Here, with great fear. I spent a year locked in...
'You must have blood on your hands to prove innocence.' |
'Ignorance is bliss, |
“Shake hands with every spider you meet, for when you’re dead. On your skull his grandchildren will eat.†|