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…

hold me stale my brain blows foul gale I need some assistance to fuel me steady pour me something

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

the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…

the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…

your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn

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

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…

the werewolf prevails when the ful… and all around shall hear his howl… the hunter sets sail as the loom w… he wears the night as a shawl, the werewolf prevails when a full…

how can I make you see that you are still the one, and that your name is still proudl… on the frosty pane of my windowed… how can I make you see