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.

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

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

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

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

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

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

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

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

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

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,

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