The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
I’ve been addicted
to words since...
Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...
He sat two steps below her
right on his side, his burnt...
The stars collapsed
and in their flames...
She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...
The boy traveled far
hearing the Soul of the World...
Get me off my lazy bum
and back into action...
How many more
nights...
I'm destruction and anguish
A thing to be feared...
Even my blankest
pages speak...