Sunday, November 9, 2008

Fate

I am Fate
That which you love to hate
The life I cease I hate to live
That which I know I grieve to own
My name I call sometimes alone
Miss me now my due I leave

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Fallen Angel

Whisky spurs my character be
Slicing dreams them that I see
Why do my sting, a venom expose?
Hopeless, perfunctory, imprisoning gnome
Whisky spurs my character be
The truth not told, the truth of me