There is winter in me,a frost upon my soulAs my heart starts to freezeI learn to embrace the coldQuiet comes the dark,silent in its descentSmothered are the sparkswhere life once held eventIn this frozen decayheld empty and unforgivingThere is no hope of daynor hope of ever livingNot for me, this summer,nor the warmth of the... Continue Reading →
Between The Angels And Me
Whisper a prayer for the dying,but keep it a secret and let it burnamong the stars of Heaven. Allow my soul to escapethe fetters of this mortal coil,and fly beyondthe limits of conception. And if, between this worldand the next, I am to be lostlet there be a fire litto help me find my way home.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 