Recoil
And in anger the words gushed from his mouth, each syllable a direct hit….
July 2003
The Clock
Long nights, cold empty thoughts…
Moths
Too many things go wrong, theres too much bad luck for it to be coincidence… I believe some people simply attract it
Creativity
The ugliest side of my nature, coupled with my own creativity is the perfect recipe for disaster… I’ve known this for years, but only now realised the true depth of the problem.
Pointless
Ever felt this way?
Barren Field
Ever felt this way?
Pride
A short comparison
No Meaning
I think this one shed it’s meaning 🙁