war cry

can i love the silence for the way it stirs when i roar Can i love the violence the way holding it back is a choir and if my blood was a curse the way they swear it is to me am i aloud to love the abominable thing that it makes of me can…

what i need today

the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…