Conclusion |
A choice is made...
I hold both good and evil with the most profound devotion in the deepest trenches of my heart. I have chosen not to choose but to share my existence with both good and evil.&...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 22:45:00 GMT |
Act II - Does she smile? |
Victory is not so....
Evil makes me envious that I am who I am and not the beautiful model displayed on the covers of magazines. It loves that I lose power of my own free will, that I lose contr...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 20:35:00 GMT |
Act I - The Life of Mona Lisa |
This pain has driven a thousand needles through my heart. Even as I lay asleep, I dream of what could have been or what would have been if the meadows were truly green and the skies were truly c...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 19:35:00 GMT |
vomit |
I have been mistakened....about the essence of life... the innocence of death... all that surrounds me is nothing more than a figment of my imagination. I have come to realize... and perhaps, ev...
Posted by on Tue, 31 May 2005 21:24:00 GMT |
Can't fight the feeling.... |
This flame has buried its final wick. Its stength contained in a single orb of light has caressed a thousand whispers and embraced a universe filled with sulfuric intoxication. Its kisses upon the s...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2004 06:35:00 GMT |
Artist Blues |
We are a little nutty, aren't we?
We're just artists... sick of our own surroundings,
sick of our own skin...
but each day, we add another color.
Just sometimes, they blend too easily
and chaos r...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2004 06:30:00 GMT |
Town Bullet |
Sometimes I feel like the town bullet
One that endures the pain
of metal under heat
terrorizing every ounce of sunshine
that bleeds profanity onto my skin
zipping through the skies
without a pu...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2004 06:25:00 GMT |
