Pictures from the past
Together in a photograph...

Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and...

All paths lead to here
They never lead away...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Pretty little dolly
All on her own...

All the hated, and the fated
Went walking in the sand...

This is not over
This blood within my veins...

Whispers "it's all in her head"
From behind my back...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

The king that’s bound upon the throne
Won’t be getting beauty sleep...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...