(2013)
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
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…
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
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.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
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…
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear