So much can be expressed through music.

Time can be haunting.

Please check out. I really hope you will like my this piece of work friends!

Here is chapter one (I will consider each post of this story a chapter) of my story, Somebodys Little Girl.

Memories burrow deep beneath scar clusters once called a tender heart

Shadows dance like hauntings from the past, never revealing their hidden faces.

Sleep wont come for you.

It sees you when you’re sleeping,
It knows when you’re awake.

You should always be careful about the games you play.

I sometimes call myself the Mad Poet.

This ghost is having fun. Halloween.