Mr T. Mandie Speaks

Then they were two on a ride Preaching promises of time Yet robbing seconds in words While dancing on hours shores Empty of the final act. D...

Glossing silence over my lips, Staring into oblivion's bliss, Trolled by creeping thoughts Meandering through the cerebral hallways  I w...

Why do you drawn me to the sheets? When you know perfectly clear I am afraid of heights. Calling me for a dance amidst a fight. Tying up our...