Corrupt the desire “to be” has made me so lost my “Querencia” in transit the crack in my soul ( for the light to get in ) has been filled-up with “God knows what” where is my Elysian that I dreamt of I’m not me ,
Learning was my desire , not – “to be taught” it took its toll and I’m in a fire that doesn’t hurt (burn) me but I see ashes falling around I’m supposed to be a vagar but instead , they made me walk in a straight line crying for existence please just let me be …..
I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t
Take special care with you as you travel through the DARK GLEN tonight, ride your dark stallion fast and don’t stop for nothing for there is evil there that would love to possess your life and they are all around,
Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh
What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and