I have walls that I’ve built up brick by brick, heart by break, the real me is so well guarded I’m a difficult bad dream to take, I’ve constructed myself a fortress
red suds foam onto the floor frothy blood spat out in mouthfuls… an extraction that leaves a face t… its repeatedly being slammed in a… red suds foam down my shirt
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
I follow us around the house Singing, laughing and dancing Tepid images from a yesterday The ghost of the way we were The magnetic draw of the others ey…
they lied to me at school I got told the world was my oyster… upon leaving school I realised I was allergic to shellfish. they lied to me at school
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
I’ve seen me through your eyes And what a threadbare tapestry I’… The milks turned sour, the embers… As my ego wanders through this maz… Wild animals call and devour me wh…
a burning summer the grass higher than it should be… an ocean in an inflatable ring kids splashing around as the dogs… music gently crawling
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason
I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
