I dreamt last night
that as I approached the river...
Im on a rampage consumed with rage,
Holding an axe in my grasp...
I lay there still on the ground;
Waiting for my eyes to close and to drift onto...
Am I not just a puppet for your personal...
A doll for you to laugh and sneer at when tired of...
A demon weeps
out in the street...
Something my mom wrote
One time there were three angels...
She sits aside her cauldron, conjuring up new...
Bits and bobs of evil things are poured,mixing...
It was a sunny day.
I was among my friends...
I walk alone to a place of unknowns,
darkness over shadows all the ones known...
The path of separation
Echoes of grandeur sound upon my throne...
Steps of condemnation
Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate...
Darkness sinks into the waters,
Its taken all my sons and daughters...