(2013)
Sometimes we go along with things because we don't understand we have options
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
from the opening notes that trickl… down my spine and to my imaginatio… I’m lost betwixt reality and the o… in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s, your haunting melodies rapture my…
I can see ghosts in your eyes you carry them like hopes, clutched close and tightly held each one a knot in lifes rope, clouds form in and around the iris
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason
peel back your skin who will you show what will you be and who will you know your cats eyed face
down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
silence my gift to you bestowed an… standing up for yourself is seen a… I’ve made it through the acid of y… your arrogance by far the coldest… you may wonder how my temperament…
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
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…
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse
like a ghost I roam this town this lithographic world that rest’… an etched name upon a vague signpo… dun fate that sings to a firing sq… it makes no precise difference
Look around and you’ll see Only two faced people smiling at y… You can tell they harbour ill inte… And wish your life was theirs Love is just a word made of shapes