I live my life in darkness I’m the shadows murky trail The ebony plumes of a minstrels so… That tells a sadness of bygone day… I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh…
you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished
I’m not sure if its a warmth I ca… or if the energy in this house has… the universe lactates into this ro… a web of abject mental cruelty foa… I feel crushed by present events
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
hello and goodbye fleeting words that remain, below and in eyes the whiz of static changes, awkward smiles
you’re a perfect blunt instrument passively aggressive, you bring my… your words are like a long slow sl… or a groin crushed by a maverick w… you’re a perfect blunt instrument
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others
The sacrificial lamb of daily drud… Can cheat death at will, though ne… With corduroy eyelids that keep ou… And ears full of lies and deceit With no one to hear him or notice…
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face
dark and chilly hallways ice where candles used to burn the carpet at my feet morphs from black swirls to cloud grey electric light drills through my p…
monochrome this world has run out of favours this floor I traipse fading jaded heads pool no common sense its colour gone
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
a flaming profusion of synthetic r… and a cheeky moulded plastic face a hole in your back where my hand… to move your mouth and make you al… though no movement in those electr…
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
