time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

i am my own ghost i am haunted

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest