(2013)
All of us have glass hearts
old bricks make a young house mortars eaten away in places its got cracks appearing in its fa… old bricks make a young house broken windows let new light in
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…
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
Down the roads and corridors You’ve rattled far and wide Drawn comfort from the shade Pulled like blinds before your eye… Learning next to nothing
I hate you and I know that you hate me, too, I can tell by the shutters of your… they close like a portcullis at my… the way that your fists clench and…
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…
ankles and wrists bound to each corresponding post of the… a nervous look on my face as you appear through the door, with adult toys and whips
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds
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…
death, your bullets won’t weigh me your eyes shan’t score my worries your noose can’t imprint my cover I dwell blinded by the lux of stea… death, your shadow won’t provoke m…
How have I missed this I’d forgotten how beautiful you ar… And I’m caught in you gaze A lightening bolt to the eyeball A thrust of electric rain
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment