Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
