Thoughts

Just Think Of What Is Right

Roar of applause for…

The trampled girl sits atop a mountain. Her pride stands upon golden lion guard gates. Her name is somewhat uncertain. Her den let alone by morning hates. The offspring jump in delight,

We Are The Ones

Life is cruel.

Prostitutes In Missing People

The Midnight Man looks out upon a gloomless sky However the gloominess still resides deep within He remembers other nights With those Midnight Girls he calls his own. Calls his own… Ha!