Sirens play in the distance, a concert with no tune.
Put the roses down if you thought it was ever here.
A poem that I wrote.
I think this is the end.
It’s dilapidated, sure, but it’s the only place we have.
I hate this world, basically. Here's what it does to people.
Just something for a friend.
Give them everything they wanted.
i could go for another one. what do you say? shall we ___ the harbor, lady-boys? that's right. i'm back.
I guess this is poetry. I don't know, I just feel low. So w/e