dream chase

...it never ends...

the tower

misery, distress, calamity too

wherever you hide, its heights will find you.

deception, ruin, and disgrace

the towers longs; hungry, with haste.

beset

this emptiness will haunt you...

the end

red rover red rover

its finally over.

the ones that i love

ill never disown you

the ones that i love

ill never forget you.

everpressing

like some deluded sleeping beauty,

her finger pricked,

she fell upon the table

staining the fabric before her crimson.

the tribe

it was all there in the drums beat;

i heard it there, as we stamped our feet.

this tribal day with our longings true

i feel this primal desire for you.

locked away

...and in our strength

we shall eat nothing but teeth,

until we are sufficed...