Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

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

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here