FaceTime to missed calls, New rhyme for old times, Aren't you tired of last calls? We keep our phones locked, As if face down could keep the light blocked, As if the gun is loaded and cocked. Don't be shocked if I erase our posts, Don't get angry and do the most, We were only … Continue reading Cycles


Sorry Momma

I pour up Just to throw up, Get high for The crash ride, Momma once told me Don't die inside. Well, I proved her right With every wrong in Every song, Every body that Didn't belong, Everybody's now singing The same wrongs. Hell, should've known That these words would Go absurd and herd The berserk … Continue reading Sorry Momma