Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...

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

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

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.

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third