(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
it could of been the codeine that… like a lava spill through the old… no effort needed for this heighten… this house is derelict, crumbling. the dread of a thousand hearts
I’m always there for you whatever you need I find and give, I never ask for anything in return and without a smile that’s all you… this field I plough from day to da…
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
Wisdom is a gift bestowed to the f… When they realise that all around… And heads can’t be housed in the s… Their stupidity is seen like the m… They’ll kick and scream against th…
Every sin I’ve ever committed Every bottom I’ve sank to Every darkness that I’ve bathed i… And every bottle downed, too Every person I’ve ever hurt
Like moths to the flame, we breath… We judge and conspire, as we hamme… A faceless communion, we stay safe… Where innovations a poison we pay… In long single file we follow the…
the addict in me wakes as fury rai… like a freshly transformed werewol… in the pursuit of a end to an unwa… my heart races and saliva glands p… furtive eyes in the throws of frig…
you cling to me as I cling to you you’re a shadow, a forgotten love, a precipice I lean to look over a view to bite and to ensue, you lay stretched out upon the gro…
Now, I would never listen when I… would I of heard you if you’d have… when I looked at your halo and the… I was sure that a wish was a force… Baby lay sleeping, tired arms wher…
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
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
I’d bite your face off with my lup… lick away the blood from the delus… that uneasy vagrancy, that emotion… rests with the clumps of my resolv… your delectable fist was once made…
red suds foam onto the floor frothy blood spat out in mouthfuls… an extraction that leaves a face t… its repeatedly being slammed in a… red suds foam down my shirt