Poems from baymaka
All alone.
In a room full of faces.
Pretty faces.
Faces of regret.
Trying to fill all the empty places,
worn out spaces.
I haven’t...
Honesty!
It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie, it’s all
me.
Mandy, it’s me.
I looked in the mirror.
I could finally see—
past, present, future...
Dead, dead, is she ahead?
Did she quit while she was ahead?
Am I behind while the floor is soaked red? Dead, dead, look at her head. Is...
They
tried,
they tried
to steal it away.
In days of old, and new,
and days long since passed away.
Look, look, look at the news! ...
They
tried,
they tried
to steal it away.
In days of old, and new,
and days long since passed away.
Look, look, look at the news! ...