There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...
Through fire and smoke.
Water and ice...
Give me anything unearthly you've got
And trust me...
I'm caught up in the words of my last song,
but the exile of love has said it all through...
Doth Due correctness wither Proper time?
Amortisseur...
The moon enchanted her soul
and she awakened...
For any man who
wishes to chase the sun...
Saturday April, 10, 2021 3:04 PM
“Why the Serpent left the Vine...
Maybe the world wants to add her to its menagerie...
A circus full of fabulous freaks...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
I walk the busy streets
alone...
They cut my wings
and told me I would never fly again...