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Gaia

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

Beer Can Lullaby

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

Burnt Out

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.