(2013)
If I were a Christian man, I’d say God graced your wings my… If it’s all a part of greater plan… I couldn’t have written a better p… And I don’t know if there’s a bon…
You cut me; Deeper than any blade, You burned a hole in my body And the bullet still remains. Under the web of trust,
Every moment of every day The question becomes; “What if?” For if I told you that I love you… What would it mean?
I won’t see your daughter hurt, Won’t let her come to any harm; If I break my promise, then Feel free to break my arms. I’ll give back all the happiness
Shake away, little boy It’s the stress trying to escape Even your problems want away from… There’s no innocence to rape Fall to the floor, choking for bre…
The sanctity of one’s love for ano… Holds only the price of worth To call it true; no credit in the… Would be enough to pry your arms a… One’s eyes shade pink; forgotten g…
Come sit with us", she said. Now we sit here, speaking, wistfully drinking; Cracking the shell, cliché as it s… yet the new cocoon did form.
Poison delight; Such a loving taste on the lips Better than any other, Pours it’s way into our veins Before the bitterness comes out.
What do I want? It’s funny you ask; I never really know, you see. It changes with the day And every which way,
I feel naked, woken up without ski… Is this what it feels like to be n… What do you create to fill a soul… Is emptiness the price of being an… You’re within my moment
Ladies, and the gentler soul; give the floor to The Great What… Fill your sure with uncertainty; I could twist your every wish. Tugging at your collar bone,
Break down the waiting walls They stretch your patience thin Find the strength in your release To unleash the hell within This simple space can’t hold you d…
The young one tries to be a man By proceeding through the day, Slaying fierce monstrosities In imaginative play. With time’s passage, the knowledge…
The River runs steady, I smell th… It fills my dying lungs with life. Out in the air, the motion brings… The piece reflected to keep pride. I can’t see the forest for the tre…
The fog reflects and masks my soul… The poor victim will never know. I’ve been watching her movements This entire time. Thin legs, curves lead to supple b…
