Walking With Demons

Hey, you there - . . . listen to me. Listen. . . . Listen, just listen. I've got a song to sing, a story, tell between heaven's ...

This is a letter to a boy who walks head and shoulders above the rest - always seeming like he's seeking greener pastures, or looking...

I don't think I've been this captured by words since I was back in the past twisted a little too close for comfort by the dark-ha...

These are idle musings. Breaking down the world was only for amusement. It takes accident torment to life. Failure is the daughter of has...

Miss me like I'm already gone. Like a funeral song is playing. Miss me the way you'd miss a lover jilted a table tilted too f...