I Don’t Need A Scapegoat, I Need A Lifeline

Sexual frustration is probably the worst kind. Of our core instincts as humans, fucking ranks pretty high. It's a close second to survival. As I've never heard of survival frustration, I'm just going to let sexual frustration hold onto the title. Sleeping next to someone you want to have sex with, but can't, isn't very … Continue reading I Don’t Need A Scapegoat, I Need A Lifeline

Holy Land

​Six-hundred shattered bodies  Lay about the weeping sand A fractured spring oozes hope Upon the remorseless bastion Sheltering the soul of the pretender A momentous miscarriage  To place such faith upon The shoulders of Zion