These memories I house in my brai… They rattle about like wind throug… Faces come close and fade;hearts l… I seek the knowledge of who I am. Thoughts that race, I struggle to…
my voice carries no weight its cadence flows though mute to a… I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a… inconsequential, insignificant unseen, transparent in the room
you’re a dangerous beauty like a god of unnatural order, forcing me to rest without peace you smirk a revolutions start, you’re a dangerous beauty
before dead eyes i saw you in my room – dark and dim – cold, you were a fuzzy frail outline around an old photo frame, you stood perplexed– frozen
wild horses pelt the green they choke the dirt and jump it cl… they race beyond a speed that’s fi… and smash to bits the noise of che… they run like birds inside a cage
Held fast in the gaze of a demons… Heavy lids to cover the darkest be… Heavy arms to shelter and nurture… Though the gap stays as cold and u… Through the years the headlights s…
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
I had a dream the other night the sky was as grey as slate, and i knew only too well i was walking an astral plane, people here don’t know the truth
You hide in the shadows The ones where I hide, me, myself Un sheath your weapon And glide with ease and the grace… A subtle ploy, a distraction
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…
depression floors me like a pugili… swift uppercuts drills my manic dr… weird faces chew upon my vision bold extremes, hard swinging fists bloody lips, loose teeth and wince…
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
We circumvent and pray for recompe… In the thick of where the lines bl… We eke out a rich mans fortune for… In the thick of where the lines bl… We are the joke and line of punch,…
spinning and turning around in the strange orbit of a blindfol… grasping at life or death irrespec… without control, meaning or hope. I live my clouded existence
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
