(2013)
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
