All I have is a dream and an unstable mind.  Knowing that my phantom will pop more than me alive.  Because in the back of their minds, ...

Throw it to the wall and hope it sticks. But each time, it repels and I’m sick. Each time, I am pained by what I have picked. Lord, why...

To whom this may concern, My heart, again, it learns - It’s not the pain torturing me, but the battle scars I’ve earned. I see memories...