I’ve seen some interesting things in this world but I’ve never run away from a fight I believe that Elysium will come after I’ve laid down my life for what was right The peace of victory is found within our selves breathe it in hold it deep don’t let it go Even if the whole…

The thing about a certain man of means is that he often means to say That what he means isn’t meaningful at all but rather merely a means Of being mean and demanding meager fortune spin once more her wheel Meandering through life he goes blowing and blustering about on Ill-conceived winds and uncertain honours…

Under the trees where the little lights glow Lies a girl who rests awhile and easy she never needs to show That she’s good or kind or give any sort of hint There’s sweetness and light in her heart and her breath is of mint The happiness just rolls off and within her in waves…

Underneath my blood bones and skin Beats a heart of red encaged and thin Only the threadiest of pulses keeps me moving It slows to a creep and it starts crawling Up and down in and out the moment passes I start to rebreathe old air and the gasses Nourish me and frustrate me as…

In the highlands above a war-torn village plundered cruelly A voice rises high and clear on the winds and in eerie tones Sings a lovely light-hearted lad of flowers and light and power The kind of power that conquers all and leaves no stone Unturned in its victory and as he feels the tears Rolling…

Thunderous applause may be how liberty dies But how about when freedom gently survives Does anyone ever really notice when a cup of cocoa Means that there is no longer a rope trying and tying me so That I’ve slipped the knot and found the key And that no man will ever again bear down…

Trigger Warning: Non-consent Trust is a fragile thing that while it breaks easily Is often fixed just as easily again I know you are sorry I know you don’t know what to say I don’t know if you remember what happened I know I wish I didn’t Trust is a fragile thing that grows in…