Put on your boots and head to the door.
Try to look back, because you wont see it anymore...
Right here right now
We stand...
In my theater made of ice
Dark music dances crossed my stage...
Sunlight ricochets from the razor wire onto
The dead empty wine bottle pointing North...
I drift listlessly through the nebuli
colors explode chaotically around me...
The Death Of Imagination
By Mark Spencer...
...and the shadow faced effigy,
opened wide its maw of death...
Fighting for what we believe is right,
Disabling my enemies so that they can't fight...
My mind wonders, ends don't meet up,
frazzled from the stress of the everlasting...
Dear self i am writing u from the depths of my...
I Wanna acheive my goals but it seems as if my...
Weeds
By Mark Spencer...
The mystery of life is innocent like history
No one knows the evolution...