the ugly writers

Don’t Look Back

Don’t Look Back   Do you Look behind When you Hear an eerie voice On the wings of icy air Calling your name? The muffled whispers From your nightmares When begin to haunt Your day’s peace Do you stop And…
the ugly writers

Not Really Sure

Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.