• I traversed this gritty side
    How is the the other side more colourized?
    I cannot believe it, because it's you I despise
    And that should come as no surprise
    seeing as my closet is stuffed with sweaters you knitted with lies.

    My emotional fragility caused from excessive brutality that churned my mind into a linguistic impossibility
    Bawling my eyes out in the bathtub to mask the saline now turned grenadine, I guess there is no getting away as I bash my head off the porcelain shell witnessing my own cabernet spiral down the damp rabbit hole... I scream repetitively, vigorously increasing in a gradient crescendo... My actions have finally taken their toll.

    My hemorrhaging with suffocation goes without saying as I gaze upon sweet wonderland...



    He did not lie..