daydreaming in kaleidoscope colors fragments of my desires and yearningwho knows where today will lead molly static, mary jane calmfloating away, wait, trip I'm not on that shitwith memories I look backdays seemed easier then perhaps because I escaped on a...

Nourished by horrid memories indeed. Imageries I wish unseen.   I thought it, I wrote it. I lived it; I remember it.   A child in darkness puts hell in ovationY but where was my heaven?   A child that needed holy liberation, oh, how I tried with my...

fervently attempting to express myselfwith molatov cocktails metaphorsbuilding my ego, bringing down my soulmy voice rises like smoke and insanity comes out of medarkness talks and it looks like sunshinea warm dappled day lulling you into peacemy voices warn...