Tag Archives: Hate
More Fragments
A painting and poem I kept buried for a long time. They have little to do with one another, but here’s a place for them both anyway. Haven’t edited the last painting I finished yet and I haven’t wanted to … Continue reading
Black Widow
Right Back to Low The noise I’d smother Body I’d bury in the ground To be no longer tormented by you and your sound You don’t hear me out here in the dark But it sees what you have … Continue reading
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Take Her Down
Compassion Spent Unreal… She thinks she’s got it hard But don’t you mind that blood and scar She will never go too far Don’t tell me I should listen I’m as cold as I’ve been taught If you don’t want … Continue reading
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Dream Catcher
Make It Worse They have taken their help Now they’ve taken your hands, your legs And your voice and your thoughts and your plans And the ground by which all roots of will could stand The right eye you are … Continue reading
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