Mr T. Mandie Speaks

I hope these whispers in my head stop. Rapidly crushing She held my tongue in a vice Pulling the strings to a cupid's bow 🏹...

I gotta a story for you Hope you won't break When the ink starts dripping from my fingers As my thoughts collude with the mo...

I... I gotta ask you How do you do it? As every time, you leave me hanging Chasing a tale I fear to tell Even when the ink has a...

In the jaws of hell, Sliding into oblivion, Seeking salvation from empty pubs, Bottles preaching blissful truth, Yet in sad letters, we deli...