ken riccio riccio 4y ago The architect of pain A soul, black cold ever so Wick-itYour face unrecognizable among menYour destruction spread far and wide like some unholy diseasemore…
ken riccio riccio 4y ago 3.00 A.M. I write these words at 3.00 a.m.From a small room on the second floorA worn-down lead point glides acrossmore…
ken riccio riccio 4y ago Fear Days drift in an out of timeLike synthetic wavesLost within a sequence of emotionmore…
ken riccio riccio 4y ago WORDS Words are just wordsUntil somebody listensWhat else do we really have? more…
