What does it matter?
I'm already so blue,
I've already gone through
The sky holds no news;
My body holds no use.
What does it matter ?
My brains already stew.
You've made it clear;
It's nothing new
YOU ARE READING
As I left
Poetry"As I left I thought I heard the Doors creak and the walls weep And I was so sure you would Wake..." A collection of stories from my childhood, written in digital ink as poetry. Some are old, some are newer and some I haven't touched in years...
