He said he would take to heaven.
That every breath would be paradise.
He said he was a god.
He was mistaken.
Every breath was a faded high.
And all i saw around me was hell.
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AFTER HOURS
PoetryI have come to realize that the after hours are when I am truly and fully open with myself. In, the night I am left alone with thoughts that are both cheerful and dark. After Hours is a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by the night and the...
