Frisky girls are cats
Savage, if trapped in angles...
Self pity rears her ugly head,
Over your body, that lies so dead...
Coal dusted face,
hardened eyes...
Come any, come all,
To the Carnival of Horror...
The fear of truth in the written word
subtle, prolific and clean...
All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...
Be words not bodies
Words sustain for centuries...
What?
Do you...
He lies when he speaks,
even if he's just joking...
The thunder wrang out
And the rain came down...
Its hard to run away
from the dark ole cloud...
I can still fill the tears running down my face.
I was unaware of your presence, your glory, your...