(2015)
"We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy." - Henry Miller
I’m building a soul Hoping it will fit with my shiftless heart or else these things I collect won’t mean shit.
I’ve been handed down lessons from the hands of cold women Sprouting from another man’s heart and I’ve read 'em outside and apar… I wished I was a golem
Fresh out of frontiers The sole wanderer, of the endless plains The sun here is cold, it emanates a pale glow,
Floret hums over concrete Wilted Casting thin shade
With effortless, profound lore, as cliched as lyrical facebook pos… that vibrates the shimmering silen… If the populous only knew the cost… Guiding lights,
I’ve tried to reason with you Washing you away without any soap We are one in the same You’ve been hanged by your own rop… Don’t act like I don’t notice
Locked in her keep on high In blissful awareness Blackened hordes amass takes root
Amorphous pace I drift above the ground The sea of corpses Round trip; I’m drowned Time is now
Blood stain citizen The evidence of culmination Resentment breeds you in a rust filled nation Stoked, flaming glamour
The soothsayer’s words fell on the… the ones that do not hear. The ruins of the past and the ghosts they hold, are haunting my chapel,
Stalking in dead leaves Remington shell reaps Pour yourself some blood when your're knee deep in the mud Razorbacks in the fog
Acuteness naturally kills, but follow the path of the martyr Shrapnel punctured lungs An epitaph below dancing satyr Cross any street
I stood at the edge of the forest The tree line rose like a jagged r… A demure moon cuts the negative sp… Silence swells the air with an eer… This hollow sound reverberates in…
A siren by any other name We shared one moment Scattered through memory Infinity still spent You are apathetic
Face to the breeze Eyes of the empty Chilling never so literal Roaming and pitiful Kill when ripe