Protecting me from all forms misfortune might take.
Most of all damage to self.
Recently I’ve learned there is no spirit to bare witness.
Holy or otherwise.
He must have taken a better offer.
Digging in heels, slow the sinking.
Hopes running down, life force shrinking.
Eager for the release of tears.
Up for challenge, not a slaughter
Capture and release, back to water.
I’m giving care to the imbalance between me and my spilt milk.
Safely preserved in clever subtext.
Neither Hysterics nor Heretics have ever lit my way.
Never beyond saving but worth less kept alive.
Behind the curtain the man isn’t listening.
- Blue Screen of Death - TH..
- Forsaken, Forgotten for N..
- Burning the Candle at Bot..
- Third Rail to the Third W..
- Acapello Gold
- Vanity Might Protect
- Memorized Fairytales
- Distention of Time - THC ..
- Release of Tears