(2013)
That person who brings everyone down
If I run fast enough against the… Maybe my body will be lifted Turn me into a human kite And soar above the world, its desp… If I run fast enough against the…
an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank
hold me stale my brain blows foul gale I need some assistance to fuel me steady pour me something
human nature is a strange thing we waste our time chasing unobtain… try to control the uncontrollable instead of letting go and moving w… moving past the beauty
loud music floats under your close… that’s when I realise your more th… that’s when I realise you want to… its a dads prerogative to be a cat… down stairs I go to the kitchen cu…
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
swirls of dull grey a deep dark red finds its way thro… pale cream and yellow dots an artists impression this creation holds its nerve
will you repent, from all the thin… all those scars, from words that y… will you repent, from all that bin… all the hope, lost in the eyes of… a weak moment of my affliction
in truth, all good things suffer t… no bricks and mortar stands for an… though, in your heart a love will… all the pain and angst forgotten,… down through the sleek nuances of…
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
You’ll never know how you saved me You pulled me, gripped my collar Yanked me back from the pit of me That place where the madness perco… My true saviour
Now, I would never listen when I… would I of heard you if you’d have… when I looked at your halo and the… I was sure that a wish was a force… Baby lay sleeping, tired arms wher…
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
I have risen back from the dead, this dark cave I have stumbled in now showing a source of light, for years it seems
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…