Shallow Grave

A shovel full of dirt. Every cigarette I smoke. Every drink I sip. Is another shovel full of dirt. Our air is full of pollution. Our food is full of chemicals. Every bite, Every breath, Is another shovel full of dirt. Yet I still eat and breathe. Every day I stay inside playing video games. … Continue reading Shallow Grave



My mask is slowly crumbling. Falling away. Revealing my true self. How will I live without it? I hate what is behind this mask. I despise everything that hides there. I want the mask to become my true self. I need my mask. My true form is ugly It’s terrifying I can’t let you see … Continue reading Mask