you run wild with blissful abandon willful ignorance to others cares jump straight in with nothing to l… head first through doors showing y… your persona is less than conduciv…
the psychometry of your braille po… forces me to deduce from a daydrea… gun shots and noise with the stenc… sirens wail and grenades explode a… my eyes are closed as I dwell on t…
black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan
a voice of a long yesterday hands you a reminder of who you re… its cadence so soft and gently lad… the spine of its tome lives to adj… a shroud of a peaceful empathy
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
a rattling door handle from over t… rouses me from a nightmares grip o… that poor woman is at it again her ocd, her magic number must be… oh, here she goes again
what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…
dark and chilly hallways ice where candles used to burn the carpet at my feet morphs from black swirls to cloud grey electric light drills through my p…
I don’t feel a shred of sympathy for your plight or your fallen gra… you have cutlery in hand and a mea… as you lick the vice from the edge… twisting and turning your brain to…
echoes drowning echoes noises heartbeats gone wind blown
a man who’s face is forever obscur… can never show his gleam of truth, a shape-shifting mass of uncertain… turning the wheels of power round, In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin…
spinning and turning around in the strange orbit of a blindfol… grasping at life or death irrespec… without control, meaning or hope. I live my clouded existence
Each day, every step Takes more strength than my world… And I can’t cry, Seeds planted ne… A longer breath held as the leash… Accolades of ghosts ago
the empty space of a silent ballro… a closed bar with a piano, the lid… defused night comes from shaded li… from fake candles that hover in th… as a bleached dark angel takes you…
the train tracks gently rattle in… and a wind chime calls an atmosphe… the wind blows a leaf strewn force… and I’m lost in the purpose of my… gutters magnifying a slow trickle…