that dark candle you lit, you hold it burns with the brightness of a… it hides the creases and the full-… unnoticeable to others, its the ra… it drips a slow shadow of wax
Mostly I watch life from the side… True natures are seen with contemp… The greed gleams in dead eyes And love houses evil intent The carcass of humanity is festeri…
Silence comes like a gentle rain A drizzle that cools the heat of n… Silence comes like a soothing kiss That takes away the stress of toil Silence comes like dawns sunlight
If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others
locked in the headlights of a cloc… the skydiver falls into a beckonin… alone he plummets, hurtles and spi… knowing full well the human condit… with a pull and a lift he soars ab…
Blood thuds down a vein, sheltered Its wind swept hovel above tiring Breath shallow, shards of glass in… Peace comes gently without rue Red ripples like a blanket spread
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
Like moths to the flame, we breath… We judge and conspire, as we hamme… A faceless communion, we stay safe… Where innovations a poison we pay… In long single file we follow the…
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
through your bedroom window on the grounds outside your dorm was a tiny lake in a circle of tre… that caught moonlight and eerie fo… hours spent high as floating kites
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve
sometimes I wish I could live beh… ultra violet rays, under dark cove… nullify all eyes that wish to see… glass lens to keep out odd stares… lateral vision, an infusion, monoc…
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…
I suppose that’s it’s define a cloak, some angels wings maybe that place where the day excruciat… and the hook of life sings morose those are the steps that force fis…