Gone

The trees will still stand when you’re gone, grass will still sway and the flowers will bloom. The ground will still nourish when you’re gone, your dreams will be lost to the earth. The wind will still blow when you’re gone, your love will sail the world. I will not be here, when you’re gone.

Judderman

With sickened tale and twisted hymnsWith screeching wail, the darkness singsWith sense on rise and spine a tingleThe cries in you do start to mingleWith instinct high, to hide and cowerThe time for it to start devourWith movement fast, the dark despairThe only chance, to run like hare With fleet in you, the hells aboundYou … Continue reading Judderman