The further I go the worse I get at what I do and what I let destroy my peace
I wish it would have been a war that was the explanation for the reason you are not around, the reason I don’t hear the sound of your voice anymore.
The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…
First note chimes, long silence gone. Like breath again or light at dawn. Pure joy to hear,
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
They struggle to know how I feel, yet each question they ask only ma… And they search for a way to get i… Hell, the door isn’t locked, it ju… They remember the way that I was.
He did it because no one else coul… Hands raised in praise, yet so few… I guess it’s enough just to know t… but there’s more I wanted to under… I sought for an answer, unwritten…
A road begun, so distant. A masterpiece, insistent. Divided rolls at parting, provided each a farthing with usury demanding.
Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
Unto what shall our era be likened… Are we like unto people of old? Are we so far removed from the anc… we gain not from the stories they… Has the God of our fathers been v…
Someone had to show me the way, though much of the time I just fol… so you watched from the distance,… But it’s clear to me now, wish I’… and done more to make sure that yo…
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.
He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
