Brand new hell

As we turn deeplyinto ourselvesIn an inward sort of diveTo explore the harrowingof whatever hell is  This brand new hellThe devils are picking upA susceptible gazeWe are lost in a field ofThat neverending doubtAnd the sky is dimThe sky is your dreamMy hope, effervescentYou don’t ever get used toThe icey cold airIt crystallizes on my useless…

Like Open Fire

Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill They say suffering is a choice But my suffering is an open battle The bleeding. The dying. And the yelling won’t cease When you’re told you’re like an atomic bomb Detonated, and everything’s gone When you feel like a stampede Like a forest fire Like open…