(2013)
Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…
Even in the passing flash of image… sliding, liquid, down the digital… I can see your eyes They are hauntingly familiar, hawk… holding the same fierce truth as C…
To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel
Let your skeletons Out of the closet And then Dance with them In the town square
If I loved you I would shake you, and the silent… Would hang like frozen blood And if you loved me, your white fi… Piercing my shoulders
To the lies that tore down my life Thank you, for you have crucified… And the pain that hangs me here, i… I never knew I had And the death of all I was, it wa…
I love how the wind plays with you… Strong, dark and full of mystery You truly are a child of the stars… You have caused a lovely confusion In the garden of my mind
Now that the storm has passed, and… In the silence between the waves w… As we lay breathless on the sand Can you hear that, the faint rustl… And, soft as sea moss, the whisper…
Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise
The blow from my karma ripped a hole in my ego that let the pain pour in to awaken my heart
Down here at the bottom there is n… surfaces are smooth, hard, frozen… steel, cinder block, scaled and se… the angles are unmoving, like foss… I mold to the floor, head on a ste…
So close Came I In the neon pain of newer days So close as I stood, cliffs edge Turning a ravens eye on potential…
There is a great poison in this la… All will taste it, most will withe… Who can say if the mystery holds m… But I will gamble on the flames o… Will you join me in the fight?
In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…
In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…
