Red Ears
I remember the times when I paid no heed to self-restraint, when I could (and would) lash out willy-nilly, recklessly purging pent-up, unflattering temperamental angst. It was unreasonable, it was devastating, but most of all, it was all so cathartic. I’d get pissed off, I’d piss others off, then off I’d go to get pissed.
Those were great times.
Shattered and Scattered
Fragment 1
When I fall, I fall hard
and fast, no reins
no brakes no guard,
recklessness drowning my veins.
It feels like jumping out of an endless sky
with my eyes set on an implacable depth,
having no care for where I lie if I die
knowing full well I go to my death.
