Everyday, my demons speak to me When all my hopes all hang by a string Coincided with the power hungry beasts As they take over everything Everyday, my demons sang to me A little lullaby for comforting Actions we hold, we commit but can’t admit They are the end of everything we hold dear to Say we’re made with the likeness of God above Why do we...Learn More

Well so let's live this life For the both of us We hold an empty glass For all those we trust And happily we'll cry these thoughts away An existential dread Only brings dismay These maybe moments pass along like filtered dreams We see the neighbors whispering gossips behind the scenes As thought repeatedly, the silence seems to Court the...Learn More