Driven. No. No marks. No slashes. Not driven.
Standing my ground. My ground. Not yours.
Hell no. Spiritual whoredom is dead. I don't
have to love you but I don't have to kill you
either.
spacey blue
Manifestos masquerading as poetry. Evil grins shyly with madness. Rants masquerading as verse. Reality hiding behind the shadows. You don't know it but this could be worse.