When your choice is Coriantumr or… does it matter what the answer is? It’s kind of like Russian Roulett… you lose no matter who you get. To die by fire or die by ice.

I wonder. I wonder. I wonder why it goes. I deny it, try to fight it

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…

Bah ratcha tas contavalaz you rase-neflapher’d wagicaud! Condaver haufin polysnip! I’ll tell you just where you can s… your pi-calogin traginine!

Pretend not to notice. Pretend you don’t see. Protect at all cost your illusions of me. Don’t read what I write

A song, a rhyme... just to spend a… I always wonder what you want from… Perhaps an act to show I care, a word, a touch, a longing stare. Oh, what I’d give to know what it…

Once sat upon a waveless ocean, time stood still for lack of motio… No one spoke for all could see the guardians of eternity. Then water slowly turned to glass

What in the world are we doing? Who are we trying to beat? It seems like we live our lives ru… as if we are losing our seats. We never stop building up towers.

Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...

It seems so very long ago and yet… we stood as one and made the vow t… Then sealed this vow as things are… But at the time it never crossed o… that such a vow has not the power…

Heard a song of broken halos, folded wings that used to fly. Wondered why I go where I go. Yeah, broken halos as miles went b… Angels used to come and teach me,

Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…

Waking I find another chill encru… where I shall walk alone in step o… to the blighted rhythm of what mus… and the looming shadows of what mi… My only solace comes of looking ba…

I’d take a knife and cut it out like some deep-down infected gout if only it were there under my ski… I’d prick a vein and let it bleed, free flowing, nothing to impede

It’s been used in so many movies, and series, and books to be read - some kind of sickness breaks out i… turning all into the living dead. I once thought the concept was sil…