Thursday, April 17, 2003

Night voices. Voices that fade into honesty and delirium. Tired and spent and pulled and pinched. Low and mellow and drunk and drawn. Soft and gentle. Secrets of the night. Dwellers of ether...

I speak the truth just before I sleep. Need fear no consequences till morn dawns bright and ruthless. Dreams are forever nightmares so who cares what happens? Answers hanging in the land of the undead, questions floating sulphur and fury. Hades is my kingdom of choice...