I don’t care leave me here I’ve grown accustomed the desolation I find comforting so don’t think
I have risen back from the dead, this dark cave I have stumbled in now showing a source of light, for years it seems
Crockery gets in your way when the mood takes you Your fist finds my face when the mood grates you Abuse gets hurled, four letter wor…
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 seek a demise From this laughable quartet of dow… The jeers and snide remarks And all the scathing looks of dist… I seek a demise
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
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…
Silence comes like a gentle rain A drizzle that cools the heat of n… Silence comes like a soothing kiss That takes away the stress of toil Silence comes like dawns sunlight
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering
No hope just old distraught sighs And malady ridden damaged brains Scrambling ever so gently, calmly Over years by pills for mental spr… Chiefly doled out mind twisters