through the window I see you sway, you don’t know I’m watching waiting, longing, silent music
Blood thuds down a vein, sheltered Its wind swept hovel above tiring Breath shallow, shards of glass in… Peace comes gently without rue Red ripples like a blanket spread
We’re stuck here in a mexican stan… fused together by a common denomin… both seeing through the other, the… because I know your hopes, fears,… This weight I shoulder when I see…
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
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
I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…
What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…
Death stalks us all to dissolve the sadly visible he’s a fickle lonely horseman portraying only a mood a representation of fear
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
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
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…
I work a boring forty hours five days of a misery unknown, each day I plan my suicide to be carried out when weekend com… then as I clock-out on friday even…
all these faceless hollow images people I’ve never met but I know, their lives are a watercolour with gentle strokes its painted sl… secrets and lies and indiscretions
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
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…