Just Words – Jack Neece

I am the girl ripped open Insides out I am the breakdown The tattered remnants of promises to be brave I made only last week I am blood shot eyes and acid clawing I am eggshells and razor blades I am numb and raw I am efficient and lost I am crying and I don’t…

When The Soul Is Lost – Jack Neece

I am a small thing now I am a thing you won’t even notice at first I am whisper as a passerby brushes up against you and doesn’t say a word I am the twitch in your hand as your fist balls instinctively I burn small fires in your subconscious I am the wind that…