Broken memories of a fractured mind

Some might call these poems, some might call these lyrics and some might even call them short stories. As for me, I prefer to call them the ramblings of a lost individual questioning the darkness in love, the passion of friendship, and the anger buried in the crown. Delicate words and controversial whispers resound in these pages but then, what is life if we don't question that which we doubt, that which we distrust? I'll tell you, it is no life at all.