when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
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…
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
