they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…