Who was once a stranger but now a friend; Who would offer comfort and a helping hand. There’s no respite from the hauntings of the past; I’m spinning a yarn that’ll stop when I am dead; I can hear the humming of the wheel as it turns in my head; Its...“I’ve been running with the wolves again, howling at the moon. I can’t turn back, I’ve got no brakes… Will somebody stop me before I crash?” The beast was here all along…Art imitates life and I am a mere copy-cat; Lootin’ all of nature’s best work; Passing them off as my own; Reaching for the stars knowing I won’t touch them; But if I cannot hold the diamonds in the sky; I’ll draw them in my hand and count...I saw him once; a spirit hidden in the waterfall. The image I drew before was the one he showed when I wandered into his domain. He lost his temper at my intrusion and right before my eyes he turned into a demon. Then almost immediately; he melted into the veil and...I made a wish upon a star; But the star was turned to dust 6 million years ago; For light to travel through time and space; Wait a minute…. Did I send the message out too late? I do get the feeling it matters not one bit. Perhaps 6 millions years from now,...I’m still looking for a gambler willing to bet on an unknown. It seems none dare take the chance but its alright for now. All I have is time. Until that runs out on me and when it does. I have Plan B…. I’ll panic. The beast was here all...
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