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Of Lament and Explanations ...

The day has ended, The dream is gone .. The mind wanders Hither-tither Like a pawn That has lost quite Its way, its mirth, And its frie..

Four walls. And I within. Bereft of my life, My soul torn and tattered from Endless inner strife. Harrowed by the ghosts of Time- Of Present an..

Random rant .. based on reflections of a friend ...

They call me a sadist. I beg to differ. I still remember the days when I used to play the piano down at Gotham's place. I was known for my passion ..

I have been smitten by the great red eye, Have held the Dark Lord's name up high, Now .. I must save myself from public glare, Lest at my reptilia..

We are too near for comfort ...

I look at your eyes. A strange sensation ... Leave it. You won't understand.