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

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

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

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

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

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,