after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason