Paper doll personaswill be fed to the papier-mâché beast Dimensions will fractured,where others may be released When comes a great fallthe earth rightfully demands a knee Alcohol and smelling salts,mixed mediums for the journey While these confinescreate sinners with dead men's eyes The dilated pupilwill ascertain we've never felt more alive

First Kiss

Mountains rise around me Thinly veiled in purest snow The path laid out in front of me No other way I would rather go Where the water meets the land There forms a gentle stream I will take your given hand As if it were a dream As one we will not falter We will … Continue reading First Kiss