It must be done: soft Mercy 'on the treacherous of Road. You are the indelible impression, the imprint on my chest, why I cannot...

Tell me how I’ve come to be like this, my love, writing tortured prose, expecting resurrection just like that. I am not entitled to...

It will not take you: you must give yourself unto it, relinquish your meaningless reign, consent to be detached from your mind and...

Oh fuck, oaken baritone, punctuated by guitars, the swirling mixture of four horsemen on their horses, riding after Sunset into our...

Night Sky with reverence depicted: a smattering of birds dislodged from their hideout among the trees; a bleak streak of white, ...

I. They had on display vast cartographies of the intellect, vistas of the open realms of Knowledge, portals to the Divine threaded...

Lost in a Sea of facts, statistics, Truth is a prevalent pearl, but ever-so subtle demeanour'd, biding her Time, everlastingly ready ...

I have vicious history and hands: See my fingers, how they shine with blood, the spillage of the penitent and damned, whose earnest...

Warmed by the sparrows perched atop the trees, I go, to make my presence known to thee, along a path that winds and yet is still, ...

I. O oppression of Sky, sloping pavement, petty pebbles 'on the sidewalk like a thousand broken Moons. O cracks in the pavement ...