i am without head
even though i feel not dead.
maybe waking up?
Archives for August 2016
full fright
dark is the mind’s night
as my eyes see no more light.
my soul in full fright.
free radicals
i grow tired of joy.
i wish to transfer my pain.
taste my bitter tears.
bad death
why are all dead men
celebrated and faultless?
do the bad not die?
telling tails
some swim like fishes.
some look like fat beached whales.
some swallow tall tales.
wet water
the grass is greener
through my rose tinted glasses.
water for mind health.