Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering
I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal
Oh sacred heart Don’t let me suffer Oh sacred heart Don’t forsake my dreams Oh sacred heart
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs
manipulation of my strings though I devour all you cast my wa… towards your stain of this disease you’re an atom or defiant morsel, you make me crawl to endure
solitude, I find you a sound wave a cusp of hope solitude, I live you your antithesis I crave
by tomorrow i’ll forgive as the st… a natural journey so often i endur… when a war that was won with a hit… and a promissory adventure did lur… learning a lesson as wealth weeps…
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid
Silence comes like a gentle rain A drizzle that cools the heat of n… Silence comes like a soothing kiss That takes away the stress of toil Silence comes like dawns sunlight
looking back over times murky mist how easy it can be to feel unease, as hindsight becomes a moral compa… when a future you wish to receive, its fragrance lays a sultry dream