Reel me in
(2013)
Its nice to think that someone would toss you a rope if you're drowning. Some people see the splashing water and think you having a great time.
tidy rooms and hopeful mess uncluttered places and a fallen dr… clothes all folded to a heap expir… slotted in faces suspended on wire… allotted to spaces too defiant for…
by tomorrow i’ll forgive as the st… a natural journey so often i endur… when a war that was won with a hit… and a promissory adventure did lur… learning a lesson as wealth weeps…
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
this cold pervasive slick of jealo… this blast of foaming envy, the choke hold grip of the monster its two emerald jewels that glare the inflated egos that perish in l…
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
you weave despair like a fine thre… you’re a tailor with skills unknow… and it seems my ego is your thimbl… my back is also your pin cushions… I feel i’m treated like a commodit…
Like snowflakes nestled on the bac… That get swept up by demons devour… The infectious raindrops trickle s… Into the limestone skulls of edens… And like a spiders web seen when w…
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it
I don’t feel a shred of sympathy for your plight or your fallen gra… you have cutlery in hand and a mea… as you lick the vice from the edge… twisting and turning your brain to…
The sky and all its space Couldn’t hide without a trace The look that’s on your face The look of pure distaste This love affair owns a fracture
how can I make you see that you are still the one, and that your name is still proudl… on the frosty pane of my windowed… how can I make you see
spinning and turning around in the strange orbit of a blindfol… grasping at life or death irrespec… without control, meaning or hope. I live my clouded existence
I’ve heard it said many times before, one good man can change the world, and alter all
I wake, from slumber;angels shamef… Dark grey clouds, persist and haun… Rising to my feet, the day begins… Images of a dispersing dream, fadi… Clothes donned, looking alive;eyes…