ARTIST SCULPTURE
THIS FOLLOWING POEM WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 16. SO ABOUT 7 YEARS AGO. Flicker, flicker; the dots on the screen flash fast It’s just like my life, imprisoned within this cement cast, I can’t cry out and delve into panic I lost faith so many years ago to the satanic. It’s gone from me, this urge to... Sign in to see full entry.