It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…

from the bottom of your glass you see a different dimension time doesn’t sway your eye or friends that need attention you’re holding secret mass

my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…

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…

I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse

and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines

I’m not that sure how or when it h… turning from life to death like the lull of slow ambient bird… creeping up your spine and neck the shutters came down before me

she breathes a rare and costly fir… just as water it finds its own lev… I expand my lungs to full capacity… and hope her gasps and grunts don’… without a trap door to her conscie…