Foreign in psychediving in yellow fieldsabove the fruited planes;making amber yields. Men and women stoutwhose wisdom is measuredby assured righteousnesstruth walks in the sun. Discovering seeds ofa new day up in the horizonwhile I delve myself in hell;at night I am consumed. Realistic visionsI am my prisonwhat have words spilled now? All I have wantedAll […]

Scar Tissue