’ A Part’
I scrape the dust and dirt and grime, from all my seconds lost; and force myself to smile again, at what this war will cost.
‘Moved-On’
It’s not that you don’t care anymore, / that stupidity or cowardice has taken you; / you’re simply sick to death, / of wh…
A Cynical Desperation
It is the penetrating feeling that pulls me the most. / Though the horror of it all still drives a bullet into my heart. / It is the in exi…