(2014)
I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,
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.
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...
~ Every single day, to raise anew Feelings of empowerment, to be use… Can fall before dusk, to soon to b… Yet act as a manure, to nourish an… This nights killer, called; Sunri…
We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.
My heart sees, when my eyes go bli… The dreams of my people Woven; entwined Why don’t you take from me? Wouldn’t you gain from the eating…
Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,
When the caffeine turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe… And the Amphetamines turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr… And the PCP, and years of LSD
Are you my glories bride? in the moments when I breathe with… A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt… Will you lie a little, kiss my hand and give the signal?
Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
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....
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.