you sit high above ( Read more... )

who are these creatures 
and what do they want?
why do they walk so freely?
am i one of them or do i exist,
it is my nightmare after all.
am i simply an observer
of life being  twisted and
turned?
what can i learn from them,
these nocturnal lessons.
here all houses are haunted,
here all people can fly, and die.

You were one of the "good ones ( Read more... )

In retrospect it all seems so clear ( Read more... )

around her waist a sign hung ( Read more... )

Sometimes it all seems like too much ( Read more... )

Today I saw the face of hate ( Read more... )

When the wind wails the ghosts walk
they hurl their tears against my windows

Once written, the words can be erased,
once said, the words remain
hanging in the ether.

What happens when you know too much, but understand too little of the world around you?