My pen will caress and destroy.
Two sides of the same coin.
It is gritty and pretty like Miles Davis' horn.
The air lock is open.
Suffocating prior.
Tap into the hemisphere.
Drought is now rich soil.
Flick of the risk.
No use for earplugs if the bark is within.
No one is clean.
So self-righteous.
The void within the void.
A broken voice gets no action.
The sting than no sting.
Amateur bout of junk and praise.
Red wine and disarray.
Fire attracts more attention than any cry for help.