For Really They Will Never Know
Astral transmission do you read me, the doors are open it is time to go, do not tell anyone I am going, for really they will never know, that a…
The Peace of Sleep
The peace of sleep is the sleep I get, or is it death, I know not yet as I seem to wake in a different state, have I changed, is…
A Clean Sheet Before You Go
Accountable for your extremes now you’re in a sweat the last week, write it down, how many times did you run away. Write your sins down the clock is ticking…
No Arrival A Poem By Mason Cult.
God I am dead now, what do I do… I have been stuck in this box for days, the aliens or is it the angels said they are coming to…
No Gentle Shores…
No gentle shores could be found, if we are no more than grains of sand, then gravity controls our fate, high tide, low tide, the moon lifts us up and…