Category: poetry

  • Life 3:0

    When did life become so weird?It seems, far from my lane I’ve veered.All sense has faded, dissapearedOur world has slowly turned.When did life become so strange?I find myself not quite in range.For outrage, common sense exchanged.The world has slowly burned.So, when did life become a chore?And how did scandal take the floor?You’re spoon fed drips… →