I remember Sunday school,
Where many tales were told.
But the one I find most interesting...
Deep Beneath where the bottom of the earth ends and the depths of...
Death you sing through pandoras portal will you count the fingers on my crushed ...
My Dearest Mummy
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here To celebrate Mother's Day...
There’s a murder of crows in the garden Unambiguous in their demands Seeking shelter from...
Dragged in sight hidden as depth the colour cries a curse in the flesh a disguise...
Don't I believe? I do, I do... I do believe in you... Though it means That...
It was on a Sunday morning I tiptoed down the stair thought that I'd heard voices But...
Left Discarded along side a country road Where the Silos stand a whisper...
I love the smells of Christmas The earthy scent of pine Christmas cookies, apple cider...
Harvester of souls in nightmares keep, Lingering macabre in gallows creep. Judgement...
I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple ...
dribbling with vermin I disguise the movements in despised tiny stitched on skin you...
There you are again you pretty red breasted bird Are you trying to tell me something though you...
