“To tomorrow, to tomorrow, and to tomorrow
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.“
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.“
Pity such a riddle rang cruel As the sixth act began No answer whispered the angel While the devil laughed...
Brought in all cull And given to rot To wrought for rise and lusts I am owed your serenade...
There is a monster that hides within you A maggot a maggot I have see it myself The e...
As wound opens in flesh screams for glory Such spears pierce The rusted poisoned shackles Tie wrists to the e...
Dancing to bring the rain A repeating crescendo Raining to recoil the dance...
Once the lost man Drifted further into unknown minds See everything bleed And then the remains i...
A seduction duly faded on him To twist and turn as the pained into madman The pain into madness ...
And so a siren sang to me Come here haunted And thus closer still You will have lost your heart The days...
