how these shadowed souls lie in wa… black eyes and dark fleshed hearts… like mannequins entombed in the gl… silent footsteps over broken glass… the truism of it all is a smotheri…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
Tonight I ran my mouth away Its rabid dogs, the leash strainin… Saliva rippled pools akin to acid,… Words with the lust of a vampires… Tonight I ran my mouth away
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
honour thy heart and live in light so dark the sky from which I fall… too much cruelty that fuses deligh… to a circumstance of love lost to… assist my aim and gracious attempt…
in black and white you stopped me in my tracks your voice a perfect pain a woe filled narrative words flying around my head
I’m nothing but your smile the waters reflection of your stra… the rasp of derision the quiet creaking mast of echoes, I’m nothing but the milked blood
how can I make you see that you are still the one, and that your name is still proudl… on the frosty pane of my windowed… how can I make you see
marry him because you love him not just to add some cadence to your name not because you own
there’s an eerie feel to its stare a dull eyed stare peeling me to th… as if cautioning me, berating me hammering down my disgrace he sits there marble eyed
when we met, all those years ago I was huge mass of cool marble, smooth to the touch, strangely exo… like caramel swirled in vanilla ic… now, I’m a shadow of my former sel…
you cling to me as I cling to you you’re a shadow, a forgotten love, a precipice I lean to look over a view to bite and to ensue, you lay stretched out upon the gro…
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid
as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen