Head bowed irreverently with the cold blade resting on my neck. Quiet time, tow the line, a time and place for everything. "There is a season," "a time
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. For even as love crowns you so shall it crucify you. Descend to your roots and shake
Enticed by the myriad multiplicity. Entombed by our own disguise. We will dive into vast unknowns. An ember remains to unearth a hope. The undercurrent
Three hours. Time devours life?s foundation. Familiarity He has known this fate before. Doomed to repeats the denial of this historical lust of disaster
I won?t take this chord from round my throat, and I can?t promise you won?t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they?re calling
Falling for feeling. Time stops our hearts again. Visceral emanations break bread with remember-whens and has-beens. The nows and the laters wage
Life ends as leaves fall. Occam?s razor strikes again. Can I dance if I have no soul? If I go under will you find me cold? And if I travel to distant
Such a vice, this doomed beauty. Must there be an opposition to bliss? By now he had come to know his fate, eons could prove to be no harm. The impendence
If only lives could paint themselves. The winding roads would not lie. Empty spaces could co-exist with empty faces to experience the invigoration
Can we transgress that sacred melody, that once lulled single selves into solidity? Can we dance and dismiss right-eousness joyously, and wander and
Through the waxing through the waning. Amidst blackness a spark emerged. And we heaved death's branches upon the skyward flames. A haunting memory left
Chaos mirroring the eye of eternity. As surely as the tightening grip of singularity. From the disgrace of life's mundanity. The purveyors of immaculate
I won?t take this chord from round my throat, and I can?t promise you won?t find a note. For our gallows still stand luminous and tall. And they?re
Faces pressed against the earth tonight. Acknowledgement of the terrors inside. Facing the self effacing the self. This frigid place within me today.