how sweet the rose once smelt now, as the petals fall to the flo… their memory leaves a deep welt and it leaves me craving more. how sweet we two once were
acute, this pain that grips me alone I am again this world about me is ceaseless interminable it yells my cold name lingering emptiness cobwebs my ner…
my tongue predicts my recline it frames the arch of your spine, I’m here by misguided choice lets not waste each others time, your scaly skin erupts under my to…
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
you don’t understand what its like… for twelve long years I’ve lived a… I’ve watched you laugh, sip and gu… all the while I was craving, alway… my heightened sense of smell kicks…
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
true and real faith hides its face… between ego and a barrage of hurt… we endure our lives as an out as a… asides fluttering in subliminal ec… our stage and act is someone else’…
my voice carries no weight its cadence flows though mute to a… I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a… inconsequential, insignificant unseen, transparent in the room
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve
12 34 12 34 intro the second chorus chords verse 1 bm g.… over the mountains I can see you f…
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines
If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others
Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
I live my life in darkness I’m the shadows murky trail The ebony plumes of a minstrels so… That tells a sadness of bygone day… I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh…