This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

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

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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,

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

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

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

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