Dan’s Substack

You’re only known because of me, so don’t you forget. You’re only a fraction of my past and now you’re gone, so hang yourself on that leash.

They say the lion eats tonight, and all around it is a coliseum, dripping with a voracious appetite.

You can’t feel my torment, driving me insane.

It’s a more compelling example of cultural impact separating truth for fact.

I bite my tongue everytime you come around, cuz blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

I see the clock and it’s ticking away and the hourglass empty, what the fuck do I have to say?

Broken the Paradigm, an example must be set. Invoke the Siren’s Song and sign the Death Warrant.