I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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.
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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…
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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 can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
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
