"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."

T.S Eliot

Pain is Momentary, Pride is Forever

Light Blinds

Way I see it Death is a pale rider on a white horse, that’s why in weddings they make you wear white.

Beware the beast, his speed and his claws but most
of all beware his dripping honey jaws.

Do the dead feel safe?

One day you’ll be up close and you’ll realise that the great Circle of life is just a really big drain.

Like a screw
That turns into the flesh
It’s righty tightly
And loosely left

How come time fades the people we love. But etches those we hate so clearly

I’m fully aware
That our hosts are spiders
Our fathers didn’t call this a web for nothing