inside the beast

there’s demons in my soulthat bring up the worst solutions faith begins to lose its faceas they twist into a new conclusion they are but the beast of mine for i should see the signs when they rattle bars so fine inside the recluse of my mind should i not see through the screen –what the shadows really…

old lies

What are these things inside my mind within my ears circling inside? What are these thoughts could they be mine could they be trusted could they be lies What are these hopes but the promise of tears but the whispers that linger of old untold fears? What is this need for the things deep within…

our fears

what can i say for the week but words a fool would seek and what is there to be said when the words that circle in our heads only tell us of whats not left for us any more for the doors have all but closed and its up to us to know its up…