You will never wash yourself clean… You will never see daylight if you… You will never win an argument if… You will never see real beauty whi…
how sweet the rose once smelt now, as the petals fall to the flo… their memory leaves a deep welt and it leaves me craving more. how sweet we two once were
If I could tell you the story Read you the journal of my life Could you listen without a judgeme… And keep your lips pursed tight If I could show you everything
black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan
You draw the light and dark away Like creation revoked Swirling back spun echoes Sucked down clockwise A visible vortex rotating
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
you have a severe optimistic view… always two steps behind you is the… who’s only hope is a bizarre form… you’re your own worst enemy when b… you bounce about the wind asleep
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
from the bottom of your glass you see a different dimension time doesn’t sway your eye or friends that need attention you’re holding secret mass
you live your life forever unhappy persistently vexed at who you are, permanently gazing at the treadmil… wishing you were them, while they… you live your life forever unhappy
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…
the dreary call of an impish grin a devil may care shrug and an over… a growl and a torch of yellow vent… you can’t forget me, I’m the infal… the one with crimson in my eyes an…
it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh… that sweetness is a forgotten bego… through black soft sooty thoughts they cling fast to wounds turning… they do and will forever spill
Recollections of a different life The lazy drip drip drip of old cri… Flake from its ceiling and float d… On my new mind it scratches, impin… Who was I when I wasn’t me, now
through your bedroom window on the grounds outside your dorm was a tiny lake in a circle of tre… that caught moonlight and eerie fo… hours spent high as floating kites