an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…

down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear

A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…

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

through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled

a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number

if a word was spoken and its meaning was true and faces felt impact showing winces in view misconstrued adjectives

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

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…

My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add

so violent and so succinct a ruby red spill that sprays a tru… a scab that’s formed over the eyes… a dark seam of pulled thread, what sound do they hear when they…

what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…