What are the things that we live f… Can we honestly say they’re the th… that if push came to shove we woul… The thought leaves me contemplatin… how totally different it would all…
I’m the same as everyone else, I seek what others seek - that path that leads to life amids… this world so dark and bleak. And as I’ve sought, I’ve often re…
It’s a feeling that has no words t… when the late autumn leaves fade c… Quietly waving a final goodbye in the chill as morning mist hover… It’s something between a pure feel…
How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…
A song, a rhyme... just to spend a… I always wonder what you want from… Perhaps an act to show I care, a word, a touch, a longing stare. Oh, what I’d give to know what it…
Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…
There’s a heart that beats and a clock that chimes. Moments pass as they both keep tim… Opportunities lost again. Words don’t flow from an idle pen.
Look there and tell me, what do you see? A darkening sky filled with fire. A fall into black holes, circling the things
Have you ever come to the end of t… and can run the clock back play by… and can add it up that supposedly it was the day it was suppose to b… but somehow it seems that no time…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
It feels so deep, enchanted sleep. A haunting spirit. Eyes to weep. With trembling hand
Can you grasp a piece of midnight, from the furthest reach of the sky… when it seems nothing has gone rig… and there’s no reason why? Can you see yourself from the shad…
Why should I try to make sense of… when thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… when each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…
It’s different now, all the world around cloaked in grey, yet cool in the shadow. Void of sound,