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



I'm used up. Heart bled Dry as the antarctic tundra I've nothing left to give To the out stretched hands Constantly grabbing for More, more, more Fuck. There is no more I'm empty. Couldn't care less That its been decades and you're in the same mess For fuck's sake, are you blind? So unaware of … Continue reading Flea