(2011)
Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well
My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender
Oral sex and cigarettes, in threadbare kindled corsets. Trading laces in a red lit bizarre… you mend your teddy with rusty wir… Are your goods morning market fres…
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.
Are you my glories bride? in the moments when I breathe with… A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt… Will you lie a little, kiss my hand and give the signal?
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa… Split and Crawl as they Retrace Tears Draining from my Eyes Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.
She told me not to say it, that to… So I’ve addressed it here in writ… After having slipped my tongue She seemed to listen for a moment If only, to make it clear
Here comes the beggar! With an Eden to share? My god whats the point!? When the commonality is despair? I know there is a reckoning to com…
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,