Bodies lay rotting in this wasteland.
A dead man's glory can no longer be seen...

Even prevalent in the darkest confines of me,
I find what I would like to call Present Hope...

How to explain Present Hope is still something
Not yet comprehensible to me...

Am I a man or a kid,
I this dream that's lucid enough...

**One of my guilty pleasures is to write from a...
People who see me as dim witted...

Sometimes I just day dream,
Of me and you beneath the flowers...

If I fall victim to the sunset set,
Tell me this...