My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
