Midnight’s Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air If only sleep could pierce my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So here I sit and ponder away Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist. The cruelness of night, laughing in the dark, making fun of it’s victims nightmares. Demons… [Continue Reading]
Midnights Cruelty
January 30, 2013 By Leave a Comment
Midnights Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air If only sleep could pierce my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So her I sit and ponder away Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist. The cruel ness of night, Laughing in the dark Making fun Of it’s vitems nightmares… [Continue Reading]
Roses, Violets, and Dreams
June 15, 2012 By Leave a Comment
My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do? Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground, and begin a new garden? I say burn them, burn them to the ground, begin a new garden, where… [Continue Reading]