Hi. Glass is falling into our minds. We are all going to die.   Glass is running into our veins. Decapitated every phrase. We’re all gonna get hit by trains. We’re going insane. Please end my everlastin...

(a poem) Crying child Cursed by flowers I tried to save them I cried for hours 1 free roaming 1 with no soul To save them is my goal Death had 1 mission to keep them departed 1 was violent The other kindhearted They...