Tag: Identity

• Nights Worth Bleeding For

  

  Some nights are easy!You just pour one out,Sip it slow and drownInto the darkness.A darkness—That glows from within.As if it laid in wait,Waiting to caress you,In its cozy embrace. Some nights—Well, they’re a bitch!You could sit underA thousand moons.And it would feel as ifYou were sliding down.Down and down—The throat of a black hole. And…