Half our lives  

We lay asleep 

But when were apart 

We meet in our dreams 

You were more than a star 

To me 

The sun may light our way 

But the moon can break your heart 

My eclipse is a ghost 

Eyes wide on the pillow 

My eclipse is a ghost 

Holding hands through the window 

Walk a line or five 

To find my point 

The second hand  

Defined by shadow 

Ignite the right
-MDC

In a cold war fought with still moments, painful breaths, tragic beauty, & walking memories.
What are you fighting for?
If not for me.. If not for you..
Fight to share your point of view.
The world may not be ready for what you have to say or how you say it.
But one day it may need your unique perspective.
Do not let fear extinguish today the spark that sets the world on fire tomorrow.
-MDC

Read the writing on the crown?

Edges once defined now worn down.

A language resurrected for the undead.

Or a dead language of our thoughts unsaid.
Bound by covers fold to tuck into your soul.
What is a hunger that makes us feel full? Fear knows not a feast that is unconditional.
Love by his own hand undone.
A soldier unknown, unsaved, & unsung.
A kosher love from unleavened dead?Black & white now gre