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

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

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

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

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

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood