When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…

I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…

Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,

My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors

Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....