Rooted
She Always Sat Alone
Tag: dead
A Scenic Sight
The Horned Lord Nears
Sweet Nothings
Old flames…return.
Something Burning
Eddie, Do you smell that?
Suffer Not
Take me to the hill and tie me to the stake.
Pieces
He’s always working.
To My Dearly Departed
Now we’re worlds apart, with the memories of our love, hanging on the walls. I dream of a time when I could still hold you in my arms. I wake up Expecting that lingering warmth on the sheets to once again find myself all alone.
Dream Girl
Every night I close my eyes, I see my dream girl. She appears in the light of the moon, With skin of shining alabaster. Her mouth is the shape of a bow And stained the crimson of a rose. Her eyes watch me With the intensity of a hawk. I can’t look away from her […]
Mercury The Scribe 