Upon my wrought-iron throne,
My shadowed form resides...
Perverse nothings
Cascade from your lips...
Broken spirit, broken heart.
Broken mind, broken soul...
Away from his pack and out of place
He walks into a territory unknown to his kind...
Desperation night passes in vain
Culmination behind the curtain waits...
I want to escape
from this boring place we call reality...
Such a young innocent child walking down an uneven...
Why don't I walk with you awhile so your not alone...
I lay under the weaping willow, thinking of my...
"We will be together again, my love." He...
The red queen rules violently over her kingdom
Well the smiling cat disappears behind a tree...
Poem cello wake
a woman who has never loved...
Even prevalent in the darkest confines of me,
I find what I would like to call Present Hope...
How to explain Present Hope is still something
Not yet comprehensible to me...