✤ Another day of play pretend . . .
∴ Evil whispers in my mi-i-ind
Promisin a paradi-i-ise
Away from all the sounds
Six feet underground
I’m falling for their lies soContinue reading✤ Another day of play pretend . . .
✤ After four years . . .
∴ I tell myself, four years have passed. Things must have changed. I certainly have. Whether or not the civilized world is ready to accept me again, I will be coming. Continue reading✤ After four years . . .