wild horses pelt the green they choke the dirt and jump it cl… they race beyond a speed that’s fi… and smash to bits the noise of che… they run like birds inside a cage
it seems so far away almost out of reach, in a way, last among the tumbling thoughts that mingle; turning hearts hard, beyond all obscure leanings
beyond the cliffs and the whistlin… and the sea spray and the salty ai… beyond the dark clouds and their p… and the rain that mingles with tea… beyond the corners of a town growi…
the empty space of a silent ballro… a closed bar with a piano, the lid… defused night comes from shaded li… from fake candles that hover in th… as a bleached dark angel takes you…
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
In a world where my soul doesn’t f… And all who see me in some way tak… I feel like the breath from a dece… Just to be sucked back down by ano… Freedoms soar like a caged birds s…
how easy it would be to slip back into old familiar way… back to a time when control wasn’t… and self loathing made decisions e… once upon a misery
there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…
your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…