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Stained

The silence in between the verses sing Of melody Stained in the blood of a poet. Covered in an ice cold white robe The poet seduces the greedy world Into […]
Stained

Drifting Away

It happened all of a sudden;The letters stopped being writtenAnd the ink went dry,The phone calls went silentAnd the voice in my ears went faint,The reassurance in our words went […]
Drifting Away

My Poems

My poems are badThey are loosely written and follow no norm,My poems are syntheticThey are forced to jargon and made to rhyme,My poems are void of sensesThey narrate of spring […]
My Poems