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.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

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

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

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

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

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

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

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

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,