Reel me in
(2013)
Its nice to think that someone would toss you a rope if you're drowning. Some people see the splashing water and think you having a great time.
all I have are these tears, they’ve fallen here to be extinct, the sun won’t shine
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
drinking down your arrogance like a bucket of molten steel, your glance evicted all my nicetie… as you surveyed the world with con… your circuit boarded marginal walk
if you noticed me at all saw past the smiles and jokes past the self assured demeanour and the confidence shielded cloak you’d see what drives my foot
You wove this cloak of misery for… it’s a haunting envelop that holds… I can feel the rods you’ve stuck i… just a puppet, am I less than aliv… And if I could die and give you a…
Your bullet was a thought that wen… An open wound, your point of view… Your the cause, the echo and the s… The curse, the dew and the scratch… And all that rings true and all th…
My dark night of the soul Has lasted over forty years long Interminable, the blanket of angst The gouge in my psyche Damaging thoughts that urge more d…
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it
These memories I house in my brai… They rattle about like wind throug… Faces come close and fade;hearts l… I seek the knowledge of who I am. Thoughts that race, I struggle to…
your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn
sometimes I wish I could live beh… ultra violet rays, under dark cove… nullify all eyes that wish to see… glass lens to keep out odd stares… lateral vision, an infusion, monoc…
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…
the train tracks gently rattle in… and a wind chime calls an atmosphe… the wind blows a leaf strewn force… and I’m lost in the purpose of my… gutters magnifying a slow trickle…