When hundreds of people vanished on the same week, Matthias Cole, a former military aviator, was called over by the National Space Administration regarding the issue. But not only did he find himself in an interstellar enigma, but also in the hands of an atrocious monarch in whom lies the…
When simple evolves into something else.
My name is John Doe or so that's what I've been lead to believe. Stuck in a loop I am destined to live out the days of my boring existence. But What was so simple was not as easy as it seemed.
This is really lyrics, rather then poetry. But there wasn't a lyrics category, so here it is. This is my first shot at lyric writing. So don't go easy on me or anything. Call it crap if you want. Ask, correct or praise anything. Go nuts. Enjoy.