The death of a dynasty that crumbled before my eyes ( Read more... )

And even in the face of adversity, those moments where we choose to succumb to the pressure and crawl into the lower levels, deciding to be something less than we really are supposed to be, I can find myself an enemy ( Read more... )

I keep waking up in the strangest places,
Opening my eyes to the oldest faces,
Welcomed with rusted embraces,

Everyone looses their little box of faith at different points.

The small blinking lights over my head left an uneasy aura of a haunting memory. Driving through the busy streets that were filled with the silence of hate, eyes never meeting eachother. Maybe things were more complicated than I had expected them to be. Her lips had warned me that sometimes moving further from your problems doesn't burry them... ( Read more... )

So maybe only the priveleged few have seen the tears that so often adorn my face, at least in the seclusion of my own persecution ( Read more... )

In the absence I find some solace and new beggining in a past that I once forgot. As often as the memories from the past seep up from the dull sapping pain of my mind, I often repress them only as in a self defense to attest to myself that what once was is no longer. Things could never be the same, or at least that is exactly what I keep saying to ( Read more... )

In the utmost dronic deliquency I find her in my arms, and only in those nights with freshly emptied bottles is fear disposed of in lue of the possibilities that tempt us when sober. A wise man would have forfeited such hopes long ago, and even those with the slightest incling of common sense jumped ship years passed. However those such as I have ( Read more... )

The sort of requirement I'm undergoing defies prerequisite, and seems to be the initial course of life, that I have begun in a sort of misery that seems to never relequish it's grief upon me. Being able to draw the line between what I considered my own traps and fate's seemingly misguided fortunes seemed long ago to be a sort of tradition that I ( Read more... )

How maliscious the accusation that I would have known all along and intended such dreadful misery upon us all. Maybe through my red eye I saw the pain meant to give truth, so that maybe after these events realizations of your triviality could come clear ( Read more... )

the strangest addiction ( Read more... )