Songs reflecting from the walls of my heart Echoing with sibilance in chambersDeep within my resentful defensesBuilt from years of pent up fears and spent tearsAll it means is that she will never singWith her true voice and her true soul...

Fresh Meat

"He would learn. He would learn his lesson well."

It was a small shop. It carried the oddities of the world. The things that odd people needed for their potions and lotions and curative powders. It was dark, no matter how many lights he lit. The windows were covered...

Love displays itself in the bond it makes, In ways that you might think strange and bizarre, But love is love whatever shape it takesAnd it makes us whole, makes us what we are. Trampling along the pathway of Glory Came the...

It's late at night and still the music throbsInto the halls and empty rooms of grief.She plays it loud enough to drown her sobs.I'm leaving soon and so I make it brief.The end is often longer than the start.Our life...