They will talk They won’t talk Change, Change, Change, Change We all want change Go that way– excuse me– I’m not d…

The Iron heart beats with a blood… Upon the tracks– goodbye to yester… Culture gone, the native wild beas… No more scabs shining in the sun. The blister of difference, upon th…

Watching her breathe is the only thing worthwhile becau… My money burns like tinder and height is not the range, The thickness of an old oak,

Un-sweated warmth, haze, I am dis… Elbow pain, neck crick. You see your teacher, climbing alo… The sizzling pain of a distant pan… Is straddled by the pig, of a fara…

Imagine A sandpaper graze. Imagine A melting flesh blaze. Imagine

A darkness wobbles the thick air, The skin boots help her sleep. Behind the light of a kind face, Subjected to her secrecy. The North—Western Pines —

Copy somebody that you like Don’t write what you don’t know Because it’ll catch up to you Your cracks begin to show Don’t pretend to be great,

The eccentric chain smoking schola… The classic ace of spies Communications he breaks, They match his style; Invisible around the bend.

A cloud follows her dressing gown Across the street towards The ice cream van, where He sells early death rewards Fags and booze a-must as

Self-hatred and guilt, failing to… A hindrance, standing in the way The darkness in your day That blacklisted vapour That cloud in your body