Daddy i miss you
No more whiskered face rubs...
Baba is dying
and the universe is crumbling...
Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...
Mercy have my soul
Mortal - for what it is worth...
You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing...
Deep in the dark we huddle,
no food or water to spare...
At the depths of the darkest halls,
Iron bars line the walls...
Waves of glowin metal
rise like a convoy...
You’ve sealed the promise
when I was born...
Alone in
The forgotten lighthouse...
Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time...
Donnie Smyth,
If you were sitting next to me, sharing this view...