I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal
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…
to your cupboard and above this ta… where raw shapes made a satanic bl… two strangers conjoined in a labou… the iron and silk of monotony pret… you hitch your dress for a parade…
with a face full of intermittent b… your mouth resembled a piano keybo… like headstones in an old cemetery suffering terribly with subsidence… and as you stutter and stammer
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…
spray paint my pupils and infuse my blood with st johns… stabilize my palpitating throat as my hand cups the frame of your… only a foolish general sends troop…
through the window I see you sway, you don’t know I’m watching waiting, longing, silent music
peel back your skin who will you show what will you be and who will you know your cats eyed face
honour my wishes, as I would yours until we meet again, shed no tears… remember love and laughter’s echo that’s my legacy, my love and hope… tread your memories and hold them…
a man who’s face is forever obscur… can never show his gleam of truth, a shape-shifting mass of uncertain… turning the wheels of power round, In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin…
without fear what would my bravery… at best just a nonchalant mood, its cloak won’t be donned to hide… no need to feel the threat of the… without fear what would my bravery…
I’m tempted by this scenic view as this trail of metal ants flows, how easy it would be to follow to destinations unknown, head to tail like mindless drones
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
in your hands you hold a blade of… its a sharp and honed tool of just… and you swiftly stab into any back that holds a different view than y… how great and monstrous you must b…
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…