no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
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…
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
every song smoking drinking partying with
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
