Under The Rainbow

Coiled as if a spring tight and wound ready to release ramblings for my burden’s heavy. In woe I’ve examined of what all will see. The end of our light in life’s great journey. We are all of us kin by way of death I do think of my mortality; my grave in night dew….

Mirror Mirror

I can’t continue on now. I can not begin pretend that I know the solutions for my struggle within. Blackness in the heart hides itself very well. Outside my projections hide what inside is hell. I reach inside a vat of my own making I believe structures I constructed they’re times I hardly see. I’m…