It wasn't up to you  it was up to me  turns out there was A LOT of falling  drank too much  smoked too much  really over did it on the folly  still here I am  full of ego and...

Keep me My Father Alive every day Father you gave me A beautiful life After creating me In your image You gave me brown curly hair I hate my brown curly hair And brown eyes I have to tell...

... in which Bassoon plunges into vodka and memories, and at the same time makes a confession to his colleague's wife Bassoon downed a shot of vodka. It seemed to be his third one already. But unfortunately, it didn't help...

As if the lurid colour photo and dissected analysis of her on my msn news feed are not enough. The impassioned WhatsApp messages of condolence: ‘so sorry for your loss’. The down-turned smiley emoticons of grief that make her...

decorating the desolate my pain floats away into the abysssmile inside I'm still alivethe dark uttered sentencebut I've done my penance suffer not the waymercy over sacrificelest I boastintensifying need bleeds purestumble just to standlying prostrate, I prayparables of faith...