The sun is only an illusion that r… Reality is only a place; but is it… The population of the world balanc… The world spins around me, and her… Sometimes the sky opens up and the…
Thick, wet heart strangely beating… Volcano erupts in the pulsing of the shadows light sees receding… Insane, vengeful demons invade the… an infection of the blood
They are nothing more than a serie… Turpentine kisses. Sodomized wish… and nothing to dream on. Thoughts– fleeting; lost in despai… A resistance of breath in the lung…
I was standing there– vulnerable. I was bare, and you were a fable
Sometimes I’m as shy as they come. Personality buttoned up keeping my mouth shut but boy, I’ve got an attitude.
Breathe solitude, breathe freedom. Breathe from the empty space in be… Bleed from my wounds, bleed where… Bleed me away from all these old s… Teach me of truths to which my min…
The last 4,000 miles I’ve been st… out a dirty window and I’m not gaz… Looking at the now but I kind of… thinking about the past. Too easy to recall
I will allow myself my justificati… for leaving you and walking out th… at this point I owe you no explana… and unlike time and time before I… I know I swore to you if I made i…
I was a Goddess, once– and you were my miracle of creation. When I felt life growing within me, I was part of something so much bigger than myself. I was part of the seasons; the tides...
Behind somber walls of this staine… lives a morose phantasm, who profo… The glow of the flambeaux highligh… in vain are your efforts: you’ll n… When madness first appeared, I wa…
Entertain the thought that the dis… —- It gets to me, addles my mind. Pain laces would-be suppressive dr… I go walking through the cemetery,
I am: the peaceful dove you see, flittering and floating high in th… I inspire your dreams of whimsical… promises of love and pain that wil… For I am sent by God,
Somewhere, a painting hangs in a g… encompassing the artist’s passion. His blood, sweat and tears stain t… something had inspired him, and the painting is his reaction.
Love, in it’s purest form: roses smell sweet we stop to smell them. Talking,
Unshed tears building up, weighing… When will I be empty? Drip this well until it’s shallow, blank, dry and hollow. I am unresponsive,