alternating feelings collide in my skullshifting in the elements I vowto leave a storm to brewfaithful suitor of the darkmy lungs full of whisperstalking on the winds a specterwarded guard gossiping on the ethermy dreams spin, and my love...

Post-depression mornings are often so torrid.Many indeed are quite nasty and horrid.You struggle some mornings to get out of bed,So you lie there and suffer and wish you were dead.But somewhere inside does a neurone ignite:"Get up, you idiot,...

melancholy dreams on a sorrowful dayseeding my mind with sadnessa dash of loneliness, a happy look on my faceit's the best I can managesordid little detail... happinesswhen it can be erased in an instantlingering in the shadows, of the...

The Pro’s band took a break in between sets, and I sat there looking at the four shot glasses, knowing exactly who I chose but I needed to get them separated so the pressure was off of me. Looking at...

meandering nightmare come to mewith scepter black and soul so coldentertain the bleak and make it your owndarkness peaks and the light withdrawsdelirium ensues and visions are knownsullen faith culted in its blisswelcomes you my dear, with a kissgreetings...