I miss,
staying in my room,
on rainy afternoons,
making each other wet.

whatever you do
for yourself
shouldn't disappoint others

if it does
then
they weren't meant for you

you deserve someone
who'll be there with you
while you aim for the stars

even if they like
to keep their own feet
on the ground

Two steps and you're into the room and onto the stage - who will be the hero and who will be the villain today?

And the watcher sits with a set pen while another ghoul moves in his general direction

(I'm sorry but your persona can only be understood by something specific based on its projection - a slight cringe and an eye twitch)

And the drinks were fifteen minutes late - thus comes the fate of all fools, to get caught up in a moment with a villain you want to **** and what's the catch?

"I'll swallow your soul!"

In the time it takes to form an opinion the watcher became a writer and a warrior - before the coffee was ready

He tipped with the blood and ichor of his foe (whoever closes will be underpaid tonight), he set his gore-stained pen on his notebook and took in the room and all within

Ready for the next day

You belong to a group of people who are the world’s most hypocritical. You follow a god that supposedly teaches love and compassion yet you have shown me that there is little room for those two qualities within your soul. Instead of living in harmony with others you exercise dominion with an iron grip. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were taking the phrase “…next to godliness” to heart. You are a sheep that grazes in a pasture of guilt and fear. I can share a roof with my father, but I cannot fathom how anyone could share one with you.

There are some who may prefer a cloudless sky and the touch of a warm sun. These hearts are similar climates, and you may find them at no great distance from the equator.

Not mine.

My love is for the sedge and moss covered upland of frozen lakes, where the cold white blanket covers the steppes. Peace is found here, among the ice and whispered within the biting gale as it travels over her skin.

Her chill breath touches me, and I am not driven away.
For within my chest beats a fire as black as space between the stars.

And I go unclothed, as the caribou carry me across the frozen land.

I am the horned god.