Time is DeadTime is dead - I killed her! Wasted her away with the disease of my apathyTrifling pointless pleasures (gluttony and sloth) but now, I regret,for without her slowly reckoned hours,Isn't all but for naught? Tick
Die With ConvictionAs the first fingers of dawn reached out for me over the horizon, I prepared to make my final stand. I have to say, out of all the ways to die, I never expected that I would find my end waiting for me on the roof of an abandoned Wal-Mart. I certainly never thought I'd have to face it alone. The soft crunch of grit beneath my now tattered sneakers was the only sound as I rose to face the rising sun and look out upon the alien wasteland that had once been my home. Although I had lived there my entire life, the city was almost wholly unrecognizable to me now. It was strange, like going back to visit your old grade school. Everything was so familiar and yet none of it quite fit with your memories. Like someone had demolished the whole place while you weren't paying attention and replaced it with an almost exact replica, with the details altered just enough to be uncomfortable. I could recognize the shape of my ho
Touch YouI want to touch you - softlytrace the hard linessoft curvessmooth plateausFingertips shy, fleeting like love bright newKiss-The hollow of your neckold scarssoft shouldershigh templesEach touch a secret wardA quiet magicto keep yousafehappyto keep youminehereThough your warmth has long since fadedfrom my bed sheets.