It's as though I've been searching for someone or something.
Its been quite awhile since I've smiled.
I sleepwalk to the next disaster. Wake me up after four incidents. The speed picks up immensely.
The bile piled up over time, yet within a blink of an eye, time ticks by as I slide to hide within my mind. What a travesty.
Everything I keep secret, kills my pride. Play close to the vest or spill everything. The truth I can't hide.
Don't just take it as it comes. Chase it where it runs? Never stop chasin.
In case it decides to lie in the fate of the dark and lost ones.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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