A lion roaring with pride

Can you hear the wolves howling? Calling out your name Like a sheep you whisper your prayers into thin air Terror is approaching Your nightmares ready to rip you apart You cower and crawl into your own hide They will sniff you out and care not for your whimpering squeals They will make it slow…

My Day

As the morning takes a yawn to descend its grace, To the folds of heat where it pushes us to brave, Spinning around the circles of vanity and despair, Sweating each brow over the confusions of fear, Shouting within myself praying to the divine race, Spitting blood with heart wrapped around evil shade, I curse…