The Collected Works, Both Good and Bad, of Aiden Lewellen

Your hands reach inside my mind, twisting, pulling, exposing the weaknesses I can feel the pain of expansion and yet nothing brings me...

In the deep depths of my soul  Is a lump, bleak and black as coal I know how it came to be there  And it is not too much to bear.  If it...

The thought of you fills my mind, all consuming.  A shining radiance at all times beautiful  You must be a dream, an angelic being.  And...