Those shadows haunt you pearl handled pins prick, the darkest scum around your heart that petulant spot where demons wa… speckled light from a broken chand…
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
you cling to me as I cling to you you’re a shadow, a forgotten love, a precipice I lean to look over a view to bite and to ensue, you lay stretched out upon the gro…
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…
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
carve off your slice watch the niceties lie, a uniform looking pilfered and str… wishing your life would come back… just a king held for a beggars ran…
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
round the corner I look I’m standing in the kitchen I watch your gurgles and giggles at cartoon pigs and the likes it fills my heart with something
caught between two raging storms, the clean shave of a cut throat strain, a sweep of ocean
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
A friend of mine once barked at me Good and evil were the same Both different sides of the same c… Just illusions of reactionary game I didn’t believe his view distille…
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
through the mist this nose exhales… iced and clingy, a heartening chil… it fosters a trepidation of an unf… its gritted teeth house more than… an obscene yell blows a fouls stea…
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
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges