Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Mystified Night

The solitude and melancholy of the night never failed to inspire me to spill my thoughts onto the web. It is through the darkest and quietest hours that slowed my being to a standstill, allowing recollection to take place.

What's been pondering over my mind, lingering on my soul? In life, there are many lessons yet to be learnt. I am still learning...