The very word brings the image of a depraved, twisted soul.
But this is not the case.
Madness is walking the fine line between sanity and insanity.
Forever teetering on the edge, but being too scared to close your eyes and fall off.
It's being afraid to accept your fears, afraid to accept what makes you human. - Sparrow
My name is Sparrow, amateur poet and professional photographer. Been writing for several years now, and decided to take a break to write my book. But I'm back now, so.....
|Poetry (Love)||2013-02-07||Grevious Sin (of the heart)|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2013-02-07||Judge, Jury and executioner|
|Poetry (Abuse)||2013-02-07||I Was The Child|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2013-02-07||Screams in the Dark|
|Poetry (Fantasy)||2013-02-09||Heroes of Night|
|Poetry (Fantasy)||2013-02-12||No Choir Shall Sing In The Heaven's Above.|
|Poetry (Personal)||2013-02-14||(un)Happy Valentines Day (In Memorium)|
|Poetry (Personal)||2013-02-14||An Empty Shell That Fades By Dawn.|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2014-02-17||Eternal Sleep|
|Poetry (Rage)||2014-03-07||Always Screaming|
|Poetry (Philosophical)||2014-10-29||I Am Night|