Dead
Love is a living breathing thing. Real love gets harder to come by, the older you get. It takes passion, work, time and dedication. Without these, it dies. I have no more words for you, who allowed us to die.
Category: Tragedy
Torn
Diminished without her Lonely within myself Nursing a torn aorta With caffeine, until I can afford Alcohol…
Like A Stone. (Rest In Peace).
Today I have lost one of my greatest musical inspirations and idols. Chris Cornell taken at 52. Rest with others of your immense gift Sir. You leave a legacy. Which is all anyone can hope to do in life.
Fuck You Death.
I was having a good day, was. That is, until you ruined it. Oh, not for me – directly, you understand. But your clammy hands doth, once again, reach out and grapple for another eager embrace. Not this time for one of my blood, though I’ve only two left for you to take. No, this time […]
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