this dark dug out hollow where the loyalties of men are hon… says more with an empty gesture than is ever said out loud, they want your blood and tears
the psychometry of your braille po… forces me to deduce from a daydrea… gun shots and noise with the stenc… sirens wail and grenades explode a… my eyes are closed as I dwell on t…
the addict in me wakes as fury rai… like a freshly transformed werewol… in the pursuit of a end to an unwa… my heart races and saliva glands p… furtive eyes in the throws of frig…
a high pitched whine stabs into my… as all other sounds fade, hidden i… the laughs and shouts and the clas… as I sweat staring at one spot, to… this parties in full swing the boo…
I’ve seen me through your eyes And what a threadbare tapestry I’… The milks turned sour, the embers… As my ego wanders through this maz… Wild animals call and devour me wh…
I hate you and I know that you hate me, too, I can tell by the shutters of your… they close like a portcullis at my… the way that your fists clench and…
You know nothing of the world beyo… Yet temerity is your passion as yo… You judge me by a philosophy gaine… I don’t demand respect or need it… You treat me as a fool, my feeling…
you turn my thought inside out your ornaments of blue glass haunt… a whimsical dream that developed d… we were once a bonded soul, now an… your dead and gone, for time now
Dark corners, smothering emptiness That turns the key that holds tigh… The pervasive resonance of bleak c… Corridors of patience, halls of wa… Dark crevices, smouldering embers…
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
I don’t care leave me here I’ve grown accustomed the desolation I find comforting so don’t think
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
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…
