Vice Versa

KANGAROO

FAMINE

BROAD DAYLIGHT

BLOOD TAX

ALWAYS THERE

k.a.v.

SOUNDS N FEELINGS

PORT CRIMSON

DUCKFLESH

EMBERS

I know you're getting antsy, but that was just the prologue.

A Boy Makes A Promise, and thinks he's common.

Mom, I Hurt.

please, My Friend, hate me.

A social convert, needed not tissues, just honor.

Gone but not forgotten, I was stalkin'.

Times Unproductive yet Harmless, but I had Still lost both which motivated My Promise.

Through more Ebb than flow, I eventually found a New Low.

Stable to them, through them, renew them.

Drink. / Love, Life.

Months later, the taste in my mouth Bitter, I hit big, a quitter.

Never again, but the Pain don't End.

Half-Truth.

Mother.

They Keep A Promise, One Often Not Allotted.