Only Soldier
You are the only soldier I would lay my weapons down for, because in your eyes, I am not a battlefield anymore.
Written Works
A diary of poems, stories & song lyrics.
The Bridge
How absurd to be dying of thirst in the mud, while drowning in two different kinds of my blood.
Aftertaste
I didn't scream - I smiled, I think.
A Patient Skull, A Borrowed Brain
For something empty may remain, a face arranged where mine should be - a patient skull, a borrowed brain, and not a single part of me.