Cul-de-Sac

Why still so much to proove? He smiles, plotting his next move. With one more sniff in the darkness I’m enlightened to your deceit. ‘sweet dreams are made of these’. she selling her moves. I’m accepting my defeat. It burns down the throat, delights in the bloodstream. Tonight, I yield to your dream. Trying toContinue reading “Cul-de-Sac”

My Condemnent

Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared for this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”