Let Sleeping Hearts Lie.

How loud echoes your goodbye.
The flutter of paw prints beat
Across the dark empty space
Chasing lights into midnight.

Be Better.

Look at these hands little soul.
Let them remind, u, only burn once.
As I tear the sun and moon from the sky.
Look upon the destroyer of worlds.

The Arid Fields.

The wind no longer carries my name.
The howls and hoots are silent.
Dawn lay still, thick covered in bloodied snow.
An age has passed.

Whorderves

We may twist the hand of fate,
And chew off the arm that feeds you.
Perhaps I, now here seated.
In all my ill, am not a worthy host.

Where the teacup shatters...

"Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment when the teacup shatters"...

For Dinner...

The transition is...
So simple.
So slight.
So precise. 

Je suis le Christ, perdu.

I am the ungrateful bastard Son.
The sundered puss of a God.
Spat into the lecherous cunt of a commoner.
And as my Father absent in heart.