the dreary call of an impish grin a devil may care shrug and an over… a growl and a torch of yellow vent… you can’t forget me, I’m the infal… the one with crimson in my eyes an…
wild horses pelt the green they choke the dirt and jump it cl… they race beyond a speed that’s fi… and smash to bits the noise of che… they run like birds inside a cage
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
peel back your skin who will you show what will you be and who will you know your cats eyed face
Breath sharp, fast, rasping Legs pumping, hands grasping Verdant roads span and greet As the cyclist pursues the endless… Eyes fixed, heart pounding
it seems I’ve been treading tbis w… I can see the back of my head In… Each day the same momentun and dru… All around want their tiny piece o… Maybe one day I’ll pass myself
I’m nothing but your smile the waters reflection of your stra… the rasp of derision the quiet creaking mast of echoes, I’m nothing but the milked blood
I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse
Your eyes shine into mine Taking my perception to another di… And I’m lost in your sea It floats me further than any vaca… Do you feel as I do, strange elec…
And I suppose its a lachrymose re… one where I’m on bended knee apolo… that funeral dirge still smarts my… from when the ground shook, though… And my head ached from your banshe…
it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh… that sweetness is a forgotten bego… through black soft sooty thoughts they cling fast to wounds turning… they do and will forever spill
I’m laying myself on the line here I will wait, as damocles, ready I need you in my life, now and alw… I need you here with me Don’t listen to the words of other…
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
i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
all these faceless hollow images people I’ve never met but I know, their lives are a watercolour with gentle strokes its painted sl… secrets and lies and indiscretions