one strange day the sun played warm and bright you broke the seal around my heart not much to add or say it was soon as cool as night
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…
I’m not that sure how or when it h… turning from life to death like the lull of slow ambient bird… creeping up your spine and neck the shutters came down before me
I don’t feel the same the world moves, and I stay... sta… a desire for life that’s twisting its creaking, its gnarled wood is… I hold on to no hope
Uneasy leanings dwell silently Within the vanilla heart Projecting a usual and normal face Tired whims of vagabonds To all around your blood pumps loy…
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
honour my wishes, as I would yours until we meet again, shed no tears… remember love and laughter’s echo that’s my legacy, my love and hope… tread your memories and hold them…
in black and white you stopped me in my tracks your voice a perfect pain a woe filled narrative words flying around my head
What does that say about me I’d much prefer to see you fail Than to watch you bask in victory What does that say about me When I refuse to assist
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines
ghosts of your blood litter this f… strewn about the walls, arterial s… your final act of conscious though… an urge to steal yourself away resting there on embossed paper
I’m laying myself on the line here I will wait, as damocles, ready I need you in my life, now and alw… I need you here with me Don’t listen to the words of other…
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
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…
