Similar Trains Of Thought

If not for the euphoria,of that which I call life,I’m going to call homethe edge of this knife. Bitter shields of ashenshame hang and a nooseI find thinking too muchin my mind I abuse. I can call the doctorand tell him of the pain.I can call the dire in needI see you feel the same….

Dead Sun

I look so damn goodwith my brown eyesand thick chest see Ichide it’s called pride.Look at me and speakfor the love of my gazeso I can provide youwith a titillating phase.Not blind I’ve livedlong enough to seethat with time all fadesinto voids with calamity.Skin will wrinkle looseand will be easy to tear.Thin or gone completelywill…

The Hope Within

I’ve seen the shadow of an Angel wing me to flight amidst danger whatever it might be. I saw them in my peril as I fell so low. I’ve seen them close, when a devil patrols. Just call me damned the things in my life I’ve done now over is my endless strife. There is…