Two guns that sang |
Mad men speak the truth, and I listen. He talked of much, often rambling, sometimes stuttering, but under all of that was the truth. He talked of times before my mentor carried these guns. He spoke of...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jan 2010 21:23:00 GMT |
Madmen live here... |
The few remaining cables holding this old bridge groan and strain against the wind. I step to the edge as my coat flares around me. It's only been a few months since I was last here, but things seem t...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Jul 2009 19:06:00 GMT |
As much a villain... |
I slowly make my way through the streets of The City, hearing the screams ring through the night. Maybe I'm as much a villain as my Enemy for passing on without helping those in need, but something...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 22:26:00 GMT |
A song of sacrifice |
One lone table sits in this empty building. One lone table, where it seems my fate is the topic of discussion. They talk of exile. They talk of execution. They talk of the chaos I have set loose in T...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:31:00 GMT |
Their calling.... |
I stand here on this rooftop. The cold wind blows my coat out around me, revealing empty holsters. My guns rest on the ledge before me. I've done things that many would consider monstrous. I've ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 16:12:00 GMT |
The weight of the guns |
My guns scream their song until they're empty. A haze has fallen on this alley. A haze of smoke and blood. Dumpsters riddled with holes, bodies on the fire escapes. I duck behind a dumpster, re...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:10:00 GMT |
As my heart tells me.... |
Crimson liquid runs down my coat, and the wind stills. He told me it was all my fault. The violence in my city is born of my actions, thats what he wanted me to know. As I duck behind a du...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 00:56:00 GMT |
Kill with their words |
Some people kill with a gun, some with their mind, but their are those who kill with their words. These by far are the most dangerous. Never getting their own hands dirty. Never there to ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 16:29:00 GMT |
Set Loose... |
The night sky hangs heavy above, as I kneel on the ledge of this rooftop. The wind stirs paper in the alley below. For over a month now I've been watching, waiting. I need answers, and I grow r...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:09:00 GMT |
mend us when we’re broken.... |
I stagger/stumble my way through The City, making my way to a rundown apartment building. I drag my self up the stairs and through the hallways, avoiding refuse and the vagrants who find shelter...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 09:44:00 GMT |
