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
Black and white hide thoughts of g… Lay sleepless under blankets thin Dreams are nightmares growing long Pieced together the seam still pin… Shapeless forms as dark turns fadi…
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
you kept a nee appraisal in your e… that flow of emotional slurry had… its drug was hard to blend and its… you run my parallel risk as with y… you use me like a skittle down a l…
an emergence into a world where my shiver had been timbered where my barnacles had been bliste… and the pieces of eight pilfered I took so long to walk the plank
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
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
a button you wear for every occasi… your love holds me still, its anch… an ornate deluge of memories of yo… tiptoes a rare nostalgic profusion… we’ve soared just as eagles have
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
it seems so far away almost out of reach, in a way, last among the tumbling thoughts that mingle; turning hearts hard, beyond all obscure leanings
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
It seems I spend my life trying n… The egg shells that I’m walking o… All the while, your hearts thunder… As my egos tossed from pillar to f… The whirlwind spins, the tornado b…
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
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
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