Beloved creature,
Lover, teacher-
Open myself, come out from inside,
And i still can’t cry.
Don’t even touch what isn’t yours,
Won’t risk what could be.
Fly away, dreams of pain,
Love to hate the wicked game.
Vulnerable, a touch could shatter.
Feelings not understood,
Does it matter?
I want to crawl inside,
Let me try-
To be a part of it,
Will you make me quit?
Your gift of sin i crave for,
Blood of yours a taste i wish to know,
Give me yourself…
Reality is just another term for the averaging of perspectives.
~Glen Allan
Sanity can be seen as another form of Conformity.
~Glen Allan
Sobriety is a crutch for people who can’t handle reality.
~Glen Allan
Freedom and the way way you want things to be, are diametrically opposed, inherently.
~Glen Allan
Without a frame of reference to the negative we lose sight of why the positive has value.
~Glen Allan
The concepts of both ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’ are merely subjective associations in relation to a conditioned reaction to pain and pleasure.
~Glen Allan