I woke one day as I recall, years back in time but not in mind… The reason I know not at all, but felt I there and humbled knew, for peace distilled as morning dew…

Long pressing bears the weight of the falling world around me. Over tinsel days yet hollow years has the growing spiral of downward… unwound before my eyes.

The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…

As lightening shone and thunder bl… I danced the dance that dancers do… They danced it back and asked if… would mind them dancing through th… I thought no harm could come of th…

You’re not what you think. Things aren’t as they seem. Lived your whole life against what you believe. I know that it’s hard not to

In a world full of people so lost in the fight I’ve not met another like you, who midst all the crowd stands out in the night...

It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point

What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain

The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…

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

I’ve not been one to take it slow, just like the tulips break through… in eager haste to taste of Spring. So likewise I want everything. Each day more warm,

I paused today, put cares away, relaxed and let the moment stay. Saw feathered skies

You can buy land and home across this world made of stone, gathering more into barns than the… You can travel and see every sight there may be

Awakened by song of long distant v… a beam of light cuts the abyss. Serenades calling, the lost and th… sneaking into lives gone far amiss… The sound of strings breathing, em…

What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…