Some things are better left unsaid;
just as some thoughts are better left for dead.
This captor of mine,
seems to be of thine own creation.
I know not of its title therein,
nor that of whom or what you speak.
Should you dine with wolves,
I shall dine amongst the swine of
In this life
it tends to be
I’m not so sure,
I only want
What if I thought,
With my own mind creating my own thoughts,
That I wanted something different?
Life is never
Just this or
Its always a choice;
a choice between