Send unto me your truths, and heed… Show grace and cast swete forgiven… Let me receive your demon’s; unwor… I will procure thy innocence to th… I acknowledge my faults; now willi…

In the shadow of hope begs an unhe… Lost and abandoned, where we used… Please stay, please hear; Pleasing all for you, as long as y… But your mind’s gone, you need a n…

I remember everything you said, I slept each night inside your bed… You claim I told you that I cared Yet I wasn’t there Because I’m not around,

Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…

Violent fluctuations of hope Only temper torturous thoughts. Inject a drug to replace you For time cannot be fought. What decides who’s deserved

A paperback companion Tumbles behind fingers Like a cliff-top fall. Breathless anxiety Cannot succour

For her without light, Never a distraction to choose, Heaven too will wait For him with no fight, It can come to the likes of you.

Over the river seas, Through tallest pines, At different speeds, A thousand miles, Imperfection’s will.

Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.

In a moment thoughts are spoken With flippant retrospection, In a moment enthused, impressed, c… Now forever in abandon. Spoken, lived, even felt: in these…

And I let go of my cares, Lost inside a lunar mare, She was dying to belong To me. And now no one.

Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…

Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…

I lay adrift a mass of words And bones & thread, they went unhe… For devotion’s fled my awful clasp… And never will return. I begged my love; never for her lo…

Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.