December 2011
3 posts
End Love.
The love to end all love. Caught in a distant silence from the lowest of lows by a vagrant above. The sky even leans for these questionable things to find mercy and grace in the spaces between. The spaces replace even the bitterest of tastes but can’t escape the saliva you’ve spit in its face. Pretend you can love without him. I’m sick in bed with you running through my head like...
Greatness.
It is better to be a humble servant in the eyes of Christ. Than to be a great man in the eyes of the World.