A deadly love song

The art of revealing truth through riddles. Words to tell another’s soul what the mouth can’t.

Poetry is the raw and intangible, hidden beneath something more. Palatable for the masses… thinly veiled secrets. The mess of emotions confined -tightly within neat, flowery prose. It’s the unspoken thoughts, wrenching free from the body in the form of words. It’s the loose lips of being under the influence but guised by the incoherency of liquor induced ramblings.

It’s fake courage.

It’s pretty lies.

Eternally searching,

CR