I bowed down to the demonOne too many timesWhat little soul I have leftseeps into the dead earth Blood trails of hopegathered in a shot glassto taint and warp Beauty is the deceiverand I love to be lied toStaring off into...

The street light buzzes day into nightyesterdays stench lingers in the summer airwrinkles on my face from many days gone byI say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closedGailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may...

Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I...