Signs of trouble at a cost
Lines are blurring near the curve
Souls are burning with sulfur
And with life at a gain or loss
Chains of bondage, worn with pride
A curse it seems but a gift it is
Look and behold the hidden light
That cries to shine forth
Listen to the silent cry
Continue reading “The Gift of a Curse”
Dreams and visions of the night,
formed from memories and wishes,
series upon series, night after night,
a nightmare holds me captive,
I pray for freedom, freedom from my fears…
living each day fighting demons in broad daylight dressed like angels, temptresses! taking my mind captive and corrupting the innocence of my thoughts
so long till an idea is born…simple but powerful,
