Way Down
Some say the cost of love, is a vacuum. They could be right, They could be wrong. But as I run across, the whole city. I can only wonder, if…
The Bone Collector
By Sean Bachman I am the bone collector, I gather up your bones. I creep in and see you sleep, and slumber in your home. You seem to dream so…
Angel In The Window, Demon In My Mind
There are many things, that I keep recorded. I got a angel in secret, and a demon in writing. There are words and phrases, that are arent comprehending I got…
Stop the Flow
Somethings happening. Something I can’t see. Can you spare a light? I’m feeling lustrous. I think I lost it all, but I’m used to this. Can I swallow them whole?…