this wooden mould of a decaying ma… this cloak of splinters encasing m… should be no reminder of a loyal c… of the boy to man I used to be, my eyes no more from daylight hide

like a ghost I roam this town this lithographic world that rest’… an etched name upon a vague signpo… dun fate that sings to a firing sq… it makes no precise difference

one blast up each nostril and your darkness begins to glow, as my numb pain lifts its curtain and I can smell the cinnamon of yo… every night its 1am

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…

Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…

an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank

virtue sings of you and your name, every move made not happenstance, regal strides and posture hold fir… years of idolised glances to stare… more than a surrender of heart, mi…

“and with stark realization I notice faithful and free, that you’re indeed edison and the elephant in the mirror is… two black headlamps