What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…

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…

It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…

At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient

my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…

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…

her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges

if you noticed me at all saw past the smiles and jokes past the self assured demeanour and the confidence shielded cloak you’d see what drives my foot

A friend of mine once barked at me Good and evil were the same Both different sides of the same c… Just illusions of reactionary game I didn’t believe his view distille…

Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence

all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read