in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
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
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away