Winter is here
everything covered...
Oh why did you bless me with this mournful moment?
Life’s so joyful and filled with this new...
Where does it come from where does it start?
The blood in my brain comes from my heart...
Last night I calmly knelt to pray,
to God for more insight...
This cross around my neck is a symbol.
A symbol of God and heaven...
Existence is a bead of light
Relative in size...
There are sweet little monsters that try to invade...
Sweet because they tell me what I want to hear...
The blood pouring down my wrist is red
It fills my mind with final dread...
It’s said that, seeing is...
When our eyes are not so deceiving...
God said "let there be light"
A pretty ingenious thing...
I am tempted by what you have created,
the beautifully innocent I have unclothed...
An apostle of literature sleeps
eyes closed; dreaming of water ways...