watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
