Blood still burns And turns to ice In my tired veins. Blood still drips From my broken fingers, And the shiver ripples over my skin. Her shadow, her...
He had the heart of a lion And his people loved him, Though he paid them little mind And bled them dry. He made war for war's sake, Bloody and Holy,...
who am i too much too often too little and too late always too late in the dim dark closing haze of drunken party evacuation in the slow dance partner dash in the race, the race,