My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you

Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?