I am possessed. Hauntingly, Beautifully Possessed...
Call me an angel So I may pray for acid rain. I’ll pray for oceans To run with blood, Or the sun to turn to ash. I dare say it doesn’t matter how, Just let the great scythe come. Let it sweep through our wasteland And leave us with nothing but The embers of an old… Continue reading Call me an angel
Home was a meadow. It was running away, grass between my toes...
They hung around her like flies Too young Too alone They whispered
I can describe a rose in 12 petals
A spider lives on the moon. She spins a web between the stars, Weaving lines of silk against a dark, summer sky, Like spirals of beautiful things cast around the world, To catch the lost souls left wandering through the night. A spider lives on the moon, And I think she's lonely; Lonely up there… Continue reading A spider lives on the moon
My world is made of paper, A drop of ink for a soul, An ocean lies within my heart; Waves of words to make me whole.
Oh, I long to talk to some old lover's ghost, To learn a little bit of what it's like to fly with angels, So in love you think you see Heaven. Oh, how I wish to see looks of love and malice- So twisted and rotten that I can no longer tell the difference- Hatred… Continue reading Some Old Lover’s Ghost
This place is full of ghosts. They exist in the gloomy light of Corpse-coloured candles In those dark cottage walls, Lingering with a ghoulish fondness. I find myself drawn to remain also. Perhaps these melancholy ruins offer More than fear; They invite somber reflections- Reflections of the living as well as the dead- And I… Continue reading Pleasantly Haunting
Does the storyteller aways have a Spirit in hand, Alone in the dark While spinning his tale? Or can it be a wish? Maybe a child? A lover? A hope? A thought? A feeling? One that isn't failure, I mean. Or maybe just a cup of tea- I prefer that to whiskey and ghosts.