Your mind is a Prison, Where you play both the guards and the inmates. Advertisements
The eyes of the young Forever fear the faces of the old. The eyes of the old fear…
Voices in the dark, Broken words. The Signature of torment.
(Link to – Part 1) Part Two Night had begun its mournful descent on the devastated city. With the child hugged tight in my arms
Leave my dreams be. Leave them to me. They are not yours. They are mine. My dreams are not commodities. My hopes are not shares.
The smoke choked the breath from my lungs like an anaconda crushing my chest in a deathly embrace. The smoke was everywhere. It burned
So I shall play this game. Board set. Pieces placed precariously. The outcome is uncertain. Dice, cards and knuckle bones left bouncing to the fates.
O thou shall! And thou shalt not! The grey , still darker, harkens forward. Giants mimicry of persistent turmoil. The light, dimming of noises unheard.
You were the best in us Embraces never forgotten You were the best in us A Light in the wild Clearing in the trees Eyes
What lies beneath this frozen ground? What need has driven us so? We awoke a nightmare. Our chains snapped like bare branches in this frozen
The day was bright. Rush-hour traffic crowding the road like a shiny,useless junkyard. My eyes were tired,stinging and my head was pounding from a restless
The last note rings out. Drifts through the world. The last note of the last song.
I strive onwards in a dazy haze