must we play this game everyday dragged down to the floor with you… your lonely egos frail apparel is that cloak you’ve woven from yo… its like being back at school, I h…
and when the last laugh is over who’s face will wear the grin, as shoulders rest and eyes dry and waiting sadness nears begin, and when the last laugh is over
Mostly I watch life from the side… True natures are seen with contemp… The greed gleams in dead eyes And love houses evil intent The carcass of humanity is festeri…
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
human nature is a strange thing we waste our time chasing unobtain… try to control the uncontrollable instead of letting go and moving w… moving past the beauty
honour thy heart and live in light so dark the sky from which I fall… too much cruelty that fuses deligh… to a circumstance of love lost to… assist my aim and gracious attempt…
I work a boring forty hours five days of a misery unknown, each day I plan my suicide to be carried out when weekend com… then as I clock-out on friday even…
so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd
the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
I don’t care leave me here I’ve grown accustomed the desolation I find comforting so don’t think
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…
there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…
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…
