The Script Writer
The canned words she usedTo justify her acts didNot belong to her. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Entries by :Susan-Kay: Hanzlik.
The Spell
No one can reach herIn the Dark World that lured her.She’s slipping away… :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
What Happened?
How did we get toThis place where InsanityHas Taken Over? :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
High-Stakes
Everyone’s watching The strategy of a man Who will change the World… :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Trails
There’s an old saying Getting mentioned more these days, “Follow the Money.” :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Revelations
As “Negatives” are Exposed to Light, clear pictures Of the Truth emerge… :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Cozy
As the cold North Wind Howled through Trees and Falling Snow The Fire crackled. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Daydream
Bare feet on warm Sand. Sunlight dancing on the Waves In the Salty Breeze. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Exit
Sometimes it’s best to Walk away rather than feel What may happen next. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Coercion
If Free Will is realThen why are so many forcedTo go against theirs? :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.