If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess
Trailing off the desperate landfil… Into my very own lesser known hall… I wind mine through the wind in th… Should you happen to blow by; I’l…
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
I can’t wake up from this nightmar… from love, distrust and our desper… the loneliest creature; broken hom… what didn’t I do and what have you… sorry to inform you, you’re not th…
Means Absolutely nothing To me. Always has. Always will.
(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
I went for a walk through the cemetery tonight. I didn’t step over the graves— I just wandered wherever. I cried. They don’t mind.
“Sorry.” Said the glutton to the… “I’ve only got the twenty hark for… “What’s it in for ever on the week… She was only echoed; she could har… “If and when this illness fades th…
When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...
(For when you are a man.) To my third child and second son, You may be the most inquisitive on… To answer the greatest of all conc… I love you more than fire burns.
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
