The Last StationSmoke stacks rise in the distance        we've been here before        scent of horror on the tip of my senses        railway cars filled with scorn        unclenched...

sadness wells within metears add to its depthsit is a deep shade of blueI'm not sure how much time I have leftfaced with this I weepmy thoughts are with those I lovemy little bear, bear will I see him...

aye brotherfucker how goes it toiling in the world?sent from the heavens no fuckery heremy thoughts collide with you and I find myself missing you againbetwixt two worlds my mind seeks you out in the material voidsinging I want...

The seat numbers put them together 11C and 11D, the bus itself had decided before either of them had a say. She checked her seat, while he was already sat on his. They sat next to each other, initially...

your halleluja's fell on my ears as psalmsbeautiful understanding in a vowyour honesty belongs to mein sacred silence you keep yourself waiting for mechaste of heart and soulsipping the awakened waterspure and undisturbedeasing you into prayer where you commingle...