A house of hay is surely meant to fall In this cruel world your only companion is yourself The rest are just pretenders You attract moths when your...Read more

I write to appease myself, I sing to amuse myself, The world is my entertainment, The stars are my audience I need no acknowledgement, I have my...Read more

Are you so barbaric? You use and discard those kind to you You toy with hearts who love you Do you feel nothing when another weeps Is your heart mad...Read more