Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass

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

no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance

An old dusty drawer full of birdso… A haven when the axe was at your n… When he created and then fed on yo… Was sanctuary a degree to cold to… I spent time in the cave of your c…

If I run fast enough against the… Maybe my body will be lifted Turn me into a human kite And soar above the world, its desp… If I run fast enough against the…

This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…

it could of been the codeine that… like a lava spill through the old… no effort needed for this heighten… this house is derelict, crumbling. the dread of a thousand hearts

you have a severe optimistic view… always two steps behind you is the… who’s only hope is a bizarre form… you’re your own worst enemy when b… you bounce about the wind asleep

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