Perfect
I catch myself thinking...
Rags of Time
You may follow me across the land...
Beginning of the End
All stood still...
Have you ever
watched kids...
Locomotive breath
Huffing & puffing its pure steam power...
There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...
A hundred photos on the wall,
each the best of memories...
Rolling on a mountain
Rolling down to the hills...
I look up at the ceiling each night in my bed,
Staring and thinking about everything...
Quietly observing the laugh
Quietly absorbing the pain...
Created a life then they locked her away
A playpen where she spent most every day...
Born to be a soldier, raised to have no heart
A cold malicious warrior, damned from the very...