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
If these walls could talk may I suggest they plead the fifth? Keep secret all the nonsense I have to put up with My gods, is it insane to want to run away from the life I built with my blood and tears toiling day by day fighting my paranoia vanquishing my fears I've died … Continue reading Beer Can Lullaby
There is this girl in the city; My gods is she pretty. I can't get her out of my mind. I'm captivated by her smile and her pale, freckled skin. Hypnotized by the blue of her eyes. Windows to give me a peek within to witness the chaos and the wrath that I diffuse by … Continue reading If Only for a Moment
There was a man who was a frog prince and a kiss didn't change him back.
What is this hold you have on me As if you cast spells Enchanting me with your beauty I’m lost in your eyes Release me, witch, i beg I cannot help myself around you The craving, the need That you leave in me Empty, insatiable, the longing To possess you, become mine I’m not lying, … Continue reading Back and Forth
I'm embers and ashes but glowing, still going to keep you warm in the night to chase away the shadows that lurk and linger in the farthest corner of your eye twitching and taunting to you fear not, sweetly dreams feel me here, always unmoving, yet ever closer to the end, still burning.