A Man Made Hollow

The gathering fragile tides of pride seeking shelter, I fear not what I see. The echoes among declining visions traumatized┬áme, pains stains must this be. Hearing the howling wolf's cries beneath the blue moon, singing this death tune. The bitter taste of the herbs you fed me, you denied me, when you deprived me. Your…Read more A Man Made Hollow

In This Book Things You Miss Took

That glaze upon your face shares it's disbelief, the cries in your calls for the pound of flesh you seek in relief. Among the Bible's old testaments you claim it be thy father's will, an eye for an eye along with the blood you are planning to spill. Then lay thy hand upon your brother…Read more In This Book Things You Miss Took