Unordered Tales

A Quarrel of Dark

Poem refering to the apocalypse

A Day at the Hospital

All ready feeling guiltily as hell, I thought, thank God here is another person I can talk too.

Confused

The world's full of apathy, but I don't care. On one hand, I'm indecisive; but on the other, I'm not. I go the whole nine yards to avoid colloquialisms, and I have my doubts about disbelief.