• hmg101p 14w

    Bitting through my invisible stones. Screams within, deeper than my bones. My soul wears no reflections. No simplistic redemptions. Spliced up me; sorrowed forever away. Ticking like the illusions of those old songs I started to sing. Unseen in tragic layers; vivacious I am rendered. My secret crush and rush so hushed...like the crooned words of a lover, less consumed...

    -HMG