Sleep, sleep
RBleattler Poets of dread speaking of the dead sending the ghosts to live in your head shielding the flame of life again trying make all of you insane hear the voices…
August 13, 2024
Life (1985)
I am a nothing a wiggly worm just a waste of daddy’s sperm a rotten apple ashes burned the lowest form of life on earth a slimy snake scattered afterbirth…