A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
"I can't sing, but we can pray" you said as my lips formed a smile.. But it's like I knew you wouldn't be in my life for long. Poems and Daily Thoughts.
He is darkness. He is demon. She is light. She is savior. When the demon saves the savior, a pattern unfolds and a story unwinds, and the whole world waits with baited breath as every step seems to mirror the first. Because in the first story, everyone died.