for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow