It surely would then seem...there's still so much left to redeemfrom a life lived on a razor edge,tearing apart every single pledge. Every promise I dared to make,each one cracked like porcelain fake,and every lie I’ve yet to tell,draining ink...

Cold winter nights and freshly fallen snow Casting thoughts against a pale reflection Seems kinda random impeding on the flow To navigate our world with no real direction Cigarette smoke lingers in this conversation Ideas whisper of relevance to...

  "I would really like to help you Miss Jane but Mr Vanlian is not here," the hotel receptionist was shooing me away but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let some minor technicality from seeing him. If...