cazzalockheart

Slipping

The old decaying world of tomorrow is but a shadow fo a thought on my mind, as I ponder on all the modern evils of current times, sweeping the earth like a plague of death and despair.

Doors

I walk the deep dark corridors of my mind alone, with angry clouds barking their threats at me, like the predictable chorus of a well known song.

I am as Death

Memory

Lady of the Night

There is a Voice...