I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

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?

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide