Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
What if they gave a war and nobody came?