On muddy paths The weary souls walk their narrow way Transfixed on tomorrow Shedding the heavy chains of the past Their weary steps carry...

the night will fall, and with it, the insatiable thirst will rise the parched desires that lurk in the shadows will come with the moon...

Old schoolhouse abandoned and forgotten. Where the weeds grow high The sounds of children’s laughter Echoes hauntingly over swaying...

Behind the sardonic smile He nods to the innocent passersby As they walk their sunny way, Ignorant and unaware That on this mundane...