Violent Blues

Tick-tock the clock is dead. Sailing through the echoed emptiness Of plucked away pegs. He loves me, She loves me not... Dashed away thoughts, Lying was part of the deal.


Rumour down

Layers upon layers Reflecting back, adjusted to fit right in. Fanged away.... all I ever saw was the scars. Tails upon tales. Empty jars, broken vessels. Fading into the nothingness that life has become. Feel free to comment away 🙂