dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
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
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,
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
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
