between my ears

It’s all gone to hell.

Believe

There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.

SHE

…sharp teeth of an angel.

CLARIFY

I write what I feel, and I let it go.

Rightly So

There is mad, mad joy to be found.

dead me, dead you

This can’t bode well, can it?

bursting

Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.