by Baldrick
Sometimes the knife twists
Or the pill
Is the bitterest
Or the path has snapped
And you find yourself back
At the beginning
The mind is convoluted Continue reading “Convoluted”
by Baldrick
Sometimes the knife twists
Or the pill
Is the bitterest
Or the path has snapped
And you find yourself back
At the beginning
The mind is convoluted Continue reading “Convoluted”