Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
A roman man cut forests into maps of mazes, inserting himself into the calendar of caged women. He is no king—
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
