The memory of Home, fresh and rawOf the friendly, familiar earth,The inviting lure to the roads I sawthat led to our town of mirth, Here, shines the brighter sunThat warms…
A hot mess of madness.A world full of strangeness.Where teapots and madmen sing,Of beautiful and bizarre things. Mad Hatter’s Tea Party it’s called,A spectacle where norms are simply stalled.A place…
I amafraid of light.I live in shadowsof dull, dark despairI hide in a black rose.I amafraid of warmth.I’m a cold, heartless crowMerciless and feared,Grief is what I bestow.I amafraid of…