race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…