October light-- a vicious elegance, a withdrawn luminescence setting the world ablaze in gold and crimson while casting long and determined shadows on the memory of summer's recklessness-- and I, in the hollow solace of a hallowed season, find myself a martyr for the sun...
Unfinished
I want the anguish Of the end that never comes, The feeling that tomorrow is Hanging onto today With an iron grip-- The same one shared between lovers Who refuse to let go When the storm rages strongest, Instead holding fast in their resolve To hold onto not just each other But also themselves as... Continue Reading →
Event Horizon
And the light, indwelling, surrenders to a darkness it cannot know.
Voiceless I seek an absolution, a betrayal of the sinner but not the sin, finding salvation in the faith of nothing and atonement in being the sinner I'm not.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 