Sitting on an angry chairAngry walls that steal the airStomach hurts and I don’t careWhat do I see across the waySee myself moulded in clayStares at me, yeah I’m afraidChanging the shape of his faceCandles red I have a pairShadows dancing everywhereBurning on the angry chairLittle boy made a mistakePink cloud has now turned toContinueContinue reading “Angry Chair”