

PeaceIts peaceful, the sun hasnt quite awoken yetPeace
but I am up and about. The air has a slight chill
that affects the nose and the fingers alone. The fog rolls around lazily,
playfully asserting its dwindling freedom,
its temporary invincibility. It plays with the eyes of all that are lucky enough to witness it
before the sun arrives and disperses it,
destroying it. But even after its destruction the freedom will remain,
the chance for rebir


The Underlying TruthThese feelings welling up inside of me are impossible to control. I need to let them out but I cant, Im not allowed. So I change them to a form that I can easily express. Sadness into anger, the need for love into the need for sex. And I trick myself into thinking that the lust is really love. I dont even know who I am anymore, what I want, what I need. Ive become a monster doing that which I despise, a despicable creature not even worthy of being called human. And as much as I loath humans, I must admit, they are better than I amThe Underlying Truth


Broken StringsThese strings hanging from my limbs are all that's left from what once was The life that I had is gone forever I will never be able to go back It is time to create a new life trying to go on in a new direction Sometimes I wonder if there is a point easy as it is to revert to the old ways Forgetting that my puppet master has cut my strings and left me on my ownBroken Strings
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So, I pull my coat back and real slow (no reason to start it up yet) I rest my hand by the Smith. Then I give them that cold smile and in the low, soft killing voice I say, "Gentlemen, I'm your worst nightmare. A gunfighter with a rendering station"
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