Dressed in the petals of stolden youth
Drowned within a crimson chamber
A gown made of rubys and sheets of silk
Sweet as a child receiving his mothers milk

Love is a collection of memories..
Held together with inexpensive glue,
Falling apart all the time...

Trust is the nailgun that makes sure it will never fall out of place again..

Keep true to yourself and your lover..

"Drain my fear into your palm,
Awake tomorrow by the yawning sun"

Ian Robert Potapoff

#Christanity is hostage,
#Jesus is the knife,
#Once it falls,
#Forever in sight,
#Because a sinner has sined,
#And a sacrifice was made,
#Bullets were shot,
#Before the body fell,
#Death is a transition,
#We all must face.

"Smoke the dust of our bone's like some sort of drug, infect the futile egg's of my unborn son, the fear of humanity lies within' this book of holy lies" - I.R.P.

"Live life untill there is no more life to live - Bring the end to you"

Ian Robert Potapoff