Sheep In The Fold Blood Runs Cold

Welcome To the condemned hearts of sin, the payment will begin oh the shades and shadows before the darkness follow the cries for thy tender mercies now petrified and hollow Imprudent hearts disdainful from within die with their sins if in doubt you must account your terror will have no end “Believe or not in sinContinueContinue reading “Sheep In The Fold Blood Runs Cold”

Love Denied I Died Inside

She called out to the thorns and thistles pricked the reality of me it was not to be. Defiant shame bored thy blunted name harsh hated seeds bitter forgotten needs Malice of hearts in the unsweetened fruits envy’s frustrated pursuits among dying roots. Hush the hostile swarms are elated! overly jaded an unforgiving painful tooth agitatedContinueContinue reading “Love Denied I Died Inside”

When Caution Is Not An Option

What will you gain in the midst of sorrow and pain the stains of rain drain the will, this life of ill. Tense the tempted spite breeds repulsive delight casting its shadow over the outrage, if you engage. Concede the reluctant relief twice-born from grief skillfully how trepidation constrains disbelief, its brief Perturb pesky panicContinueContinue reading “When Caution Is Not An Option”

The Sting Of Bee Or A Dog’s Ticks And Fleas

Why must I chase the cat?   Passion denied conceded pride starting all over again tell the lie give it try its do or die so let the games begin. She’s fearlessly loyal gleefully unsoiled no need to boil you will shout if the truth comes out she’ll run no doubt. You inconsiderate pain slightlyContinueContinue reading “The Sting Of Bee Or A Dog’s Ticks And Fleas”