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This is intended to be very syllabic, as is most of my writing, just a note, as it might help in reading it.

On the precipice, I'm thinking I'm leaving, think I'm about to jump, and plunge into the dark of the evening Weaving, stumble, rubble in my sto..

Seize me Stampede, rising, rising strings, the next precipice precious, unruly, unwanted Loved by me. Orchestral Phoenix Rise from my ashes

If you wait for me I promise I will not disappoint, wont see them stare, we watch them point, watch their faces red, call that medium rare. Ask m..

Soldier, Soldier, No tears for the sheep- The fear will hold me over, but I'm not over the brink yet, And to think, I once professed love for the..

Don't let people bother. A great man once said , "Hate is merely a form of love which is yet to find a logical path to the surface."

The ceiling is raining drops are falling on my palms I see it is blood I feel right But I know I am wrong Close your eyes - ..

I lost a real good friend today and I've been thinking a lot about you lately- so that really don't surprise me, you were the only one I ever had i..

Some people only get one chance... but I've had more than I can count... So why am scared when I have to answer for my crimes, Judges, cops and ev..

The only question that I have is why she cant look at my face without cracking a laugh her cackle splits me in half like box-cutter through my f..