i yearn for the salt that you rub… to feel its burning caress, to feel to be, the delicate trickle of its truth
when we met, all those years ago I was huge mass of cool marble, smooth to the touch, strangely exo… like caramel swirled in vanilla ic… now, I’m a shadow of my former sel…
manipulate my elastic bones betwixt your fingers if you dare they wont break they just bend and spring right back wring them out if you wish
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…
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
We’re stuck here in a mexican stan… fused together by a common denomin… both seeing through the other, the… because I know your hopes, fears,… This weight I shoulder when I see…
silence my gift to you bestowed an… standing up for yourself is seen a… I’ve made it through the acid of y… your arrogance by far the coldest… you may wonder how my temperament…
you weave despair like a fine thre… you’re a tailor with skills unknow… and it seems my ego is your thimbl… my back is also your pin cushions… I feel i’m treated like a commodit…
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
it seems so far away almost out of reach, in a way, last among the tumbling thoughts that mingle; turning hearts hard, beyond all obscure leanings
you live your life forever unhappy persistently vexed at who you are, permanently gazing at the treadmil… wishing you were them, while they… you live your life forever unhappy
tidy rooms and hopeful mess uncluttered places and a fallen dr… clothes all folded to a heap expir… slotted in faces suspended on wire… allotted to spaces too defiant for…
dark eyes sleep deprived dark cloudless skies lay in slumber shadows call
swirls of dull grey a deep dark red finds its way thro… pale cream and yellow dots an artists impression this creation holds its nerve
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face