The Real It Kills

So this guise is wisea still look stole I pry.To you I will not lieI tried take my life. The Lord knows hesaw me thrashing in bedand the angel of deathalmost split my head. I savor the scar turnsme into a man who burnsalive so I live in spurnuntil I meet the Lord I return. … Continue reading The Real It Kills

Dear Diary,

Today was a good day. I found something toxic and swallowed it down. All the acidity of a life worth living has taken its toll on me today. I am a gifted liar at times. I need to be. Beauty it seems has its allure in the light as does it in the shadow. My … Continue reading Dear Diary,