and their children
(2013)
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,