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.
Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing
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.
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,
We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,
Have you seen it? Did you trust in it? A road to take me Home, free this… I’ve been in the holes left behind… Her eyes I shut now in the intere…
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
