interesting fate, fickle with her fandomsome eat richly while it is famine for othersmy bloodlust under controla hunter of souls, I'm chaste of visionmy scarred inner terrain, is incessant with its hungerdamned the horde, who urges me to feedcaustic...

put the poet away no way to put it any other way The words strike the floor,low and heavy,a drum you didn’t mean to summonbut summoned anyway. put the poet away no way to put it any other way The echo answers...

What if there was no yesterday?LOVEWould it existHow would we feelIf we never had memoriesOr glimmers of reflections To help us smileWould we ever smileAnd if we didHow would we know what weWere smiling aboutOr would every momentWe felt...