

The dreams we dreamThe dreams we dream, The hopes we lose, The lights we see, The fights we choose. The souls we find, The hearts we break, The loved ones gone, The steps we take. The laughs we cry, The time we spend, The thoughts we hold,The dreams we dream
The lives we end.
To have it all, And not to see, "Oh what fools, We mortals be."


Alec's RunA solitary car broke the human silence of the quiet night, the almost soothing solitary hum of the tyres on the road, as the same tyres kicked up the water that was still pouring down from the sky. The water, not quite up to flooding capacity, dripped and swilled into the newly created puddles, in the dark deceptively shallow. No birds tonight. No children running home to anxious parents. Only the cold, isolated bricks of well-kept houses and the dipping, dripping wet leaves of well-tended gardens stood for a temporary substitute for life.Alec's Run
The humming stopped, though it had been almost silent now in the distant background, repla


Hate me, trust me, love me.Hate me, you’ll feel better, Believe me on this. Trust me? Maybe that isn’t so clever. That’s the problem as ever. You did, but I’m not to be Trusted. Just ask your supposed Best friend.Hate me, trust me, love me.
Love me? Another bad move. A bad choice to choose. You’ll take those words to The grave. When I push you in. And I would. I could. I will.
I’m just a viper. A vampire Of sorts. Come home with me. Smile as we take a walk into The lion’s den. A lamb to the slaughter, You held and you caught her, When all is so quiet, you’ll find That


DreamsDrank deep scarlet ink from clearDreams
Pink pens, fingers, veins, Freely flowing from flesh freshly
Tendered. Prove the facts. But all too clear from clear blue murder, The darkest shade, as blue as death, That soon awaited the drinker, by The drinker’s hand, no Longer tainted, deceit, seeing red. Purer than the toiling birth, the end So swift no notice made.
The epilogue with large white rocks, And elephants discussing peace, The end result of the acquitted, Happy to be the source of rest, Though not so full of life to see What she has made while la
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