Destiny Demands A Helping Hand

The Sins Of The Father In the hearts of the young to the old within every wondering soul, a spirit both bold and cold When the sins of our past become the future's task destiny demeans, demons feeding of our children's dreams Like the sting from winter's lash the buzzing flies of our dirty deeds…Read more Destiny Demands A Helping Hand

The Cry Of The Crow

The cruelty of crisis crows fanciful fairy tales and foes thy impulse! imaginary illusions improvised conclusions. The dramatic deeds dreading detection in my reflections familiar myths mask confusion my unfounded resolution. My nemesis narrations, oracle distorting stable foundations a poisonous plot, conspirators draw lots! delusional I'm not. In awe of the beauty in this beast…Read more The Cry Of The Crow

Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

So come let us drink to the doomed souls of foolish men your chastity I'll consume, my fathers seed in your womb. The dread before the deed, crisis cruelty conjure my needs Yes! a beast will feast in disbelief, idyllic beauty will cease. Hear howls in cries running cold, then what about the crows hollow…Read more Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

Grief Along Is Wrong

How do you seek relief from a bleak bouquet of burden grasping from this engulfing internal strife with despair. incoherent this anguish tender kiss upon agony we fear exhaustion disillusion! distracted conclusion, grief is clear. Mourning merciful memories before the nightmares numb a reconciliation of recollections leaving us only with crumbs Poignant is those preoccupations,…Read more Grief Along Is Wrong