Per Ardua Ad Astra

If truth be told:        Life is pain. When you break down, just to pick up odds that you’re set up against. Suffer vain, get struck again.  Bleeding out like a ruptured vein. The rapture of flames, preordained fractured leaves you badly scathed. There’s scars. Then there’s an emptiness deflowered by my chest… Continue reading Per Ardua Ad Astra