The red robin asks- "what's new, What's new, The answer is simple- your wine is askew
Bless us mother, bless us father, whispers son, and then daughter
Of what I recall, she had dirty feet
Life hurts like a point forty-five
There was a time, A time of sin
Let us pray for moon-kissed darkness, Deep-set scars, and consuming sadness,
Though my scars knit together with reluctant ease I must consider which drive within myself I must appease Be it lust, wrath, or self destruction All must be fulfilled within mine minds construction Droplets of blood spilt here and there Hold but a knives edge to true despair What darkness lurks beyond belief Hold me … Continue reading Past’s Plea
We must come to terms with it, life’s great delay, To live our tale, to laugh, to play To live one truth: Come what may, And face one simple fact: this too shall fade, And thus truly enjoy life’s great delay.