Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
Death stalks us all to dissolve the sadly visible he’s a fickle lonely horseman portraying only a mood a representation of fear
Every sin I’ve ever committed Every bottom I’ve sank to Every darkness that I’ve bathed i… And every bottle downed, too Every person I’ve ever hurt
Your eyes shine into mine Taking my perception to another di… And I’m lost in your sea It floats me further than any vaca… Do you feel as I do, strange elec…
sorrow rests its eager shaft in its makeshift home, my anal cav… with the thrust of zeal, forth and… it renders me prone in the hope of… sorrow bends me over and mops my r…
I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
you were something kind of special I stood quietly in your shadow in the hope of learning skills but girls didn’t want me they want… I’d watch and wait for a formula
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…
through the window I see you sway, you don’t know I’m watching waiting, longing, silent music
your stare is a cold stare a hypnotic insanity which I crave, down the stone steps to my hearts… it falls, my faltering verve a cer… your butter knife spreads the mors…
What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
i yearn for the salt that you rub… to feel its burning caress, to feel to be, the delicate trickle of its truth
Like moths to the flame, we breath… We judge and conspire, as we hamme… A faceless communion, we stay safe… Where innovations a poison we pay… In long single file we follow the…