Poems from NotASaint

Sitting here inside myself Specters ruminate  Suicidal apathy  My ego is irate   As I melt into my chair Dazed and a bit confused Not the...
The glory days   She once had thought   Denial in her mind     Her life was free   Her pain was gone   She was one of a kind     The...
The shadows are growing faces And the voices growing names My mind is having a party And playing twisted little games   The music is...