"Started wearing less and going out more, hanging with some girls I've never seen before." Cover by empneezy

he fell in love with art and his fingers painted the canvas ever so slightly art was his love his one and only she came in many forms he painted her with kisses He drew his love for her on paper

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]