(2013)
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.
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,
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,
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
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...
In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…
On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating
When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief
I want to see the poppy rise, bloo… and be sacrificed I want to make love to the liar, s… and multiply the wounds I wish to strip her, degrade her
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
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....