If I told you we could build skyscrapers, would you believe me?If I told you I was free and careless, would you follow my lies to the end of the road?..
You. The same smile, again and againThe eyes that seem to get brighter with every glance. The angel and the commoner, as it seemed the hour we metDriv..
This is tearing the fabric.No, tearing the being.I can't even begin to rationalize it through language's bitter rules.I want so badly to light the fus..
Broken wills and alliances drag him forwardPast the point of no returnWhen he tries to speakBlinding smoke pours from his mouthCast upward across shat..
I am 47. When the sun rises, my master calls upon me. I approach the bed at my programmed pace, my well-oiled gears turning my head down to gaze upon ..