I suppose that’s it’s define a cloak, some angels wings maybe that place where the day excruciat… and the hook of life sings morose those are the steps that force fis…
its human nature, well mine anyway not to leave anything in a glass o… down to the bottom of all I travel under the tutelage of my own will lucid and calm my greedy eyes cove…
and she said to me I’m dating a black man now, and I bet you really hate that, do… I said, probably not as much as he… am I missing something here?
borne on the mist, the steam that… from the bowels of the earth, a rotting effigy of a godless hear… surely once held a fastidious beli… this foundling permeates a landsca…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse
float away on the silence of darkn… shimmering lamp lights goad the wi… someone is watching the world at r… bunches of dreams that lie unfulfi… arms lay around loved ones sleepin…
Your bullet was a thought that wen… An open wound, your point of view… Your the cause, the echo and the s… The curse, the dew and the scratch… And all that rings true and all th…
in an instant the sun of her smile sets black rain clouds descend in an instant in an instant
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
when you submerge your hands delve deep the dark waters of desp… you will retrieve the sweetest bou… soon a handful pearls you’ll bare, and fear not the dank clouds of co…
I have no forgiveness in my heart just the tired soul of a vengeful… who’s wings were clipped long ago and behind gritted teeth snarls chained in the garden like a guard…
I’m not sure if what I seek truly exists I’ve followed its tracks shed tears in the foam of its wake I’ve pursued it
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
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