Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
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
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
every song smoking drinking partying with
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
