Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
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…
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
In case you vow to drown my love i… Without my mind inclined to see th… I hope you know, I live and thriv… I’ll torch the bridge before you r… The will I sow, I do, with what…
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
Lightsaber-toothed styled liars slay the monarch of truth with denial and desire; sharp and swift—smile of fire— And all of this teething is leavin…
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
I’m a professional acid caster. A fucking disaster. I feel so alive when I’m killing the american drea… They made me stand
So used to being accepted, Then quickly rejected. I know what to expect. I EXPECT IT Do you?
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
