.soul

Let loose to roam the skies and our lives
The dark teatime of the soul rules all;
although, friends, i have regained enough power at least
To tell my tales once more.

But perhaps our souls yearn for the darkness
To be let free, and forget all the promises and expectations
To and from others;

I must stay on track. Forgive me in advance if I start to use old material that I just haven't got round to uploading yet.