I pull these rotted roots.From the ground unfurled.The wind whispers silent secrets.The leaves tell their tales.I dig, and I dig,And I dig some more.S..
Newest song I'm writing on my guitar,This is still a work in progress...Verse 1Can you see the signs,They're everywhere - in everyone's make believe.I..
It follows me.Everywhere I go I see this darkness.I see its face.I feel its gloom.Lurking -it grows and growsas the dayThe day grows old and old.I can..
This demon speaks unholy thoughts,it whispers in my ear.The seed, of course, was planted herewith growing hate from pain and loss.When hope grows old ..
What is this I feel?Is it painIs it fearIs it veinIs it realIt's insaneIt's severeIt's derangedIt's concealedBut I won't let it takeWhat I've worked t..