You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
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.
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.
Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,
When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
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.
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.
Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing
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....
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists