At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient
if you noticed me at all saw past the smiles and jokes past the self assured demeanour and the confidence shielded cloak you’d see what drives my foot
seen through the eyes of the deaf the dancer looks bizarre moving odd and jerky like a stick man on pages flipped they understand the need for movem…
there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…
and she said to me I’m dating a black man now, and I bet you really hate that, do… I said, probably not as much as he… am I missing something here?
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…
slash these dreams that I once mad… this hate I yell won’t rest, it ju… fluttering eyelids that feel like… I’m steeper than the wish enthrall… load that gun and ready the razors…
through the mist this nose exhales… iced and clingy, a heartening chil… it fosters a trepidation of an unf… its gritted teeth house more than… an obscene yell blows a fouls stea…
If I sink down to the end of this… And my toes touch perditions skin Who will save me as I have saved… Who’s love shall espy and reel me… If I fall down to the bottoms can…
To you I’m just a dark secret I’m the elephant skipping around t… And you’ll do all you can to avoid… As I crash and smash from near to… Well let me whisper some truth
You hide in the shadows The ones where I hide, me, myself Un sheath your weapon And glide with ease and the grace… A subtle ploy, a distraction
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
in an instant the sun of her smile sets black rain clouds descend in an instant in an instant
a rattling door handle from over t… rouses me from a nightmares grip o… that poor woman is at it again her ocd, her magic number must be… oh, here she goes again
ankles and wrists bound to each corresponding post of the… a nervous look on my face as you appear through the door, with adult toys and whips