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There are nights On Which A night- Mare would Actually be Welcome. The lick of Flames, The sound of Wood Against Skin - Bruises Blooming Beneath clothing And the guns Talking. Better the night- Mare - At Least For a little While Neuro-c…
There are Droplets Of Blood splattered Across the Stars of my Soul And my thoughts Are caught Entranced - Stolen. Lost like the Oblivion I Seek. It's hard to Rest in the Cold-dark Where the voices Are Quiet When the furnace Fire of Pain shi…
If I open my eyes, I see a new ghost every day. Some of them don't see me, They're trapped in patterns they Don't want to leave. But the others see me too clearly - A friend once told me That I built a bonfire on a battlefield A construct…
The red beret was never a good sign. She didn't get on particularly well with RMP officers (she understood why they existed, but to choose to set yourself against the rest of the service that way didn't sit right) and this Captain was one o…
One day, I Will just Walk onto the darkened stage And when the Music stops, Because I didn't dance, I'll take my bow, Apologise, And hope the judges Will allow me To exit, Stage right, with Dignity - Until then I'll dance across the Spot…