Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
from the opening notes that trickl… down my spine and to my imaginatio… I’m lost betwixt reality and the o… in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s, your haunting melodies rapture my…
She holds her pain like a proud sc… memories, though frayed, still war… between the wars there was a silen… a reverberation from its walls, fr… A bliss from a young mind and a fa…
I met a girl and her name was a fl… that burned under my skin mixing f… and each time she came in my room she took me to pieces and put me b… and I don’t know where she is now
I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
No hope just old distraught sighs And malady ridden damaged brains Scrambling ever so gently, calmly Over years by pills for mental spr… Chiefly doled out mind twisters
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
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…
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
looking back over times murky mist how easy it can be to feel unease, as hindsight becomes a moral compa… when a future you wish to receive, its fragrance lays a sultry dream
You know nothing of the world beyo… Yet temerity is your passion as yo… You judge me by a philosophy gaine… I don’t demand respect or need it… You treat me as a fool, my feeling…
Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth
manipulate my elastic bones betwixt your fingers if you dare they wont break they just bend and spring right back wring them out if you wish
your stare is a cold stare a hypnotic insanity which I crave, down the stone steps to my hearts… it falls, my faltering verve a cer… your butter knife spreads the mors…
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived