My Dear Fear,

When the bell tolls do I answer the call? When our lips touch does it mean I’m the object of your desire or am I walking on a high wire and blaming only me when I land in the den of lions below.
The Phoenix cannot rise when the ash is heavy, the weight of the buildings colliding, collapsing on a softened soul who only wanted to e…read more

I avoid the light on brighter days. Should have known better than to look directly at my Grace. Now we speak of sons and who will be the last ones standing. I am not demanding but will seek out the answers. Debilitated by the bastards who’ve shown their face but never skin. Walked within the mental temple I begin but apparitions are the outlines o…read more