Dear Stranger, I don't know who told you it's okay, But it's not. It's the constant fatigue that plagues your mind, With the blurry lines you don't feel the need to clarify. It's the darkness that sweeps in waves- over and over, Till you can't tell the difference and it doesn't matter Read More...
The phone was ringing. Through their hazy states, some twenty-odd men and women stirred. Erratic heartbeats reverberated throughout the room. Sickly pale hands lay sprawled on the floor with sweat droplets moving unchecked down sunken cheeks. Eyes opened and hands showed the slightest quivering. Dre Read More...
