(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
Concrete, granite, stone and steel Broken like a pit ponies comfort,… Jealous thoughts reside then repea… The token aloof hearts not explain… Mining of the souls a dark delight
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
marry him because you love him not just to add some cadence to your name not because you own
that dark candle you lit, you hold it burns with the brightness of a… it hides the creases and the full-… unnoticeable to others, its the ra… it drips a slow shadow of wax
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…
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
one blast up each nostril and your darkness begins to glow, as my numb pain lifts its curtain and I can smell the cinnamon of yo… every night its 1am
watch my tears swell the corners of my eyes run the red tinge from constant sheddi… in my eyes it leaves its tincture as the pain of life leas its harsh…
hold me stale my brain blows foul gale I need some assistance to fuel me steady pour me something
in truth, all good things suffer t… no bricks and mortar stands for an… though, in your heart a love will… all the pain and angst forgotten,… down through the sleek nuances of…
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
old bricks make a young house mortars eaten away in places its got cracks appearing in its fa… old bricks make a young house broken windows let new light in
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…