Hate is not fire torturing me inside,
It's the pleasure of the pain I feel tonight...
Sunshine has spilt on the deck again
blood red but happy, a wine not tasted but...
She sits at
a tilt...
As the merciful melodies of 12 clock ticks,
The night screamed, silently...
Whimpering he lays there, tied to the fence
The fog settling in, ever so dense...
We stand outside, he slips in
I move away, that is where it begins...
Daddy, i miss when you
used to tuck me in at night...
I'm Breaking
From my eyes, the tears are flowing...
Sure thing I could, split
myself you know divide us...
Please take a look at this picture before reading...
Once long ago in the bleak days of yore...
When the heavens cried ice, & hinted of war...