I'm trapped. Caught in my own grotesque world. And phantasmagoria swims behind my eyelids
Little Fender I write you this note. Little Fender you give hope.
These patterns of nature, These cruel, heartless cycles, They only reflect what we have done.
Imagine a buzzing crowd. City white-noise. Then make the sound distant.
Do you care that your's isn't Romeo? Because mine sure as hell ain't Shakespeare.
I won't apologize for being me. Feedback hugely appreciated. :)
A poem dedicated to my friends Ben and Nate. Please be okay, guys.
Lyrics from the point of view of someone trapped in an insane asylum. I'm not locked down yet! Still got some fight left in me before I'm actually sent to the funny farm.
Song I'm writing. Review?
If life is a but dream Then why do I feel so real?
My life is a stained glass window...
"Prayers for inside paraffin." Feedback hugely appreciated. :)
I dedicate this to my cat, for spawning the idea... Turned out to be more about people in general, though... Maybe I think too much.