CLOUD NINE There are days when it feels like I’m sitting on a cloud, But I forget that it isn’t cloud nine,  It’s a stormy cloud. Every time I offer my all for the world, A part of me dies,  I’ve done it so much now, I don’t know where this is going,  Chasing for [...]



POET'S ELYSIUM It's a strange pleasure that my thoughts race faster than bullets and are twice as deadly. But don't worry, my thoughts only pierce me, and so you'll have to pardon my shattered soul, for my bullets are not only destructive, but self-destructive. And if I had love for myself, these bullets would backfire, [...]