Poems from AltGlit22
Like a closet, there's always that one thing inside that remains untouched. It could be something precious to you, like the little orange...
Have you ever dreamt of death,of destruction?Have you felt the breathof evil's inductionbeckoning you?The cold creeping through?The...
Hope.
Though something so hard to live without
and though some of us don't-- Suicide I don't doubt
you for a second, a moment,-- 'cause...