Contributions

Words

Words. Words flow like an endless excretion of lava; They burn with the redness of devil lips. They're only words, Yet they seem terribly important;

Take Me Home

Mama. Mama, where are you? Oh Mama. Mama, why am I so cold? Mama, oh Mama, oh Mama... Why did you let me go so? What did I do? How could I have shamed you before my first breath? Oh Mama,