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

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 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