When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
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,
Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
I want to see the poppy rise, bloo… and be sacrificed I want to make love to the liar, s… and multiply the wounds I wish to strip her, degrade her
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
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....
A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.
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...
I don’t know exactly how this came… but likely began with seed of doub… Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks,
Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.
Have you seen it? Did you trust in it? A road to take me Home, free this… I’ve been in the holes left behind… Her eyes I shut now in the intere…
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…
Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…