dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
