Category: Poetry

The Death of Yesterday

We destroy what we cannot possess then mourn the loss. People die for just being Ambitions burn the brightest as all the bridges burn Becoming a pyre of conscience and humanity So the bridges must burn No surreptition Nothing sublime The only way up is down The only […]

The Empty People

Forget the chains that bound us, the high’s become normal. And as we itch for that old feeling of liberation our vision gets blurred and our hearts turn black, because we can’t turn back the clock, it’ll never feel like that first time, so we fill the void […]