March of The Sky Gods

I've grown tired, but that doesn't mean I can stop. It's an endless cycle, circle that I find myself in now.   Start at the end, in the middle, it didn't matter. A minute longer and I would persuade myself it all wasn't worth it.   Comfort has long been estranged from any type of … Continue reading March of The Sky Gods


Bewilder me with the eyes turned inside, never wondering why I'm alive. Confusion only multiplies with every answer, as I court disaster. Greater grows the distance every time.   I'm searching my soul for the moment, drawing an imperfect circle around me. Been up high on the wings of bad angels, fortune finds a way … Continue reading Bewildered