His eyes, they shine
with haunted light.
He draws the line
between sane and right.
He gropes through
the yawning dark,
sinister, hazy--
a hunting shark.
He met me at
the world's divide.
He sang to me
until I cried.
He is near, and near is nigh.
He is here to clarify....
In the Dawn,
a darkest hour,
I've become a
dying flower.
Petals faded,
Petals torn,
Petals strained
and Petals worn.
Then in Day,
the Sun rolls high
and leads me from
my path awry.
A Friend, Brother,
in my wake,
pulls me from the
killing stake.
His hands are flesh,
His...
A dream is a witch
for heartaches
when you think that
they’ll come true.
A dream splits your soul
like earthquakes—
it’ll slowly
attach itself to you.
A dream is a slow
concerto
that makes the
violinist weep.
A dream is what makes
the tears flow
when your heart
just has ...
CHAPTER 1: AN IDEA TO ABDUCTORS
Riley sat against the blood-smeared wall, feeling very much dead. She could hear the faint voices of the kidnappers in the other room. Though it was faded, she could still make out their talking about not killing her so that if the authorities caught them, they cou...