The masks are off, the play is done. Players drifted off and right has won. I have no time nor inclination For false refutes and indignation. So what is left is left behind The play itself begins to unwind. The audience drifted away Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
She had a black heart, Black as coal. Cold as a moonless winter. Wrapped it around her victims, Strangled them left them for dead. But they rose up Sent her an evil lover To wrap his dark mind around hers, Rip out what was left of her black heart. and he left her as a… Continue reading Black Heart
Portrait by Brian Oldman Strange things happen within my mind Twists and turns not divine. Madness comes and goes again I see the light then darkness when – For a while, things seem to be Normal at least for me. Then colors and blackness appear Drawing me ever near To disaster Living after Seems dull.… Continue reading Strange things happen