The First Horseman
A figure waits in the darkness
A figure waits in the darkness
She clutches her cross.
Please don’t let this memory end.
Eddie, Do you smell that?
Take me to the hill and tie me to the stake.
This week I am all about the passion of flame; the emotions tearing us up inside. Make. Me. Burn. I fantasize about the moment when your high spirits are drowned when I take all the self-esteem you own and throw it to a pack of self-absorbed starving wolves I don’t ask the angels much all […]
Here in the dark, I do wait.
Like Love Hate can consume us Swallow us And set our souls on fire.
He’s always working.
Your life On Demand