A collection of poems with no underlying theme or rhythm. Enjoy the chaos.

This is basically where I can vent my emotions, how I'm trying to find myself and basically just a load of trash !!!trigger warning!!!

nyctophilia ; an abnormal preference for darkness "we were fighting and there was a knife and i- i slit her throat. phil, i killed her." [first published: 25 december 2015 finished: 6 may 2016]