She is The Martyr. Gifted to us, by God, as Freedom from our Sins. All we need do is be the hand that carries the Whip. A frayed rope of old, exposed wires and duct tape. We walk, we pray, we lash. One for each awful thought, every temptation satisfied, every gilded rule broken. The … Continue reading Gaia


Don’t Say it, just be silent Make promises you can’t keep Get my hopes up And all twisted around Don’t Fall in love with me Be a star crossed lover Follow me in the dark Kiss me in hasty secrecy Don’t Hide away from me Speak freely, easily Touch me everywhere Possess my soul completely … Continue reading Don’t