disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
