I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
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…
death, your bullets won’t weigh me your eyes shan’t score my worries your noose can’t imprint my cover I dwell blinded by the lux of stea… death, your shadow won’t provoke m…
Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…
Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
through the mist this nose exhales… iced and clingy, a heartening chil… it fosters a trepidation of an unf… its gritted teeth house more than… an obscene yell blows a fouls stea…
a burgeoning fear than gnawed upon… shadows descend in corners like sp… amplified sounds snap in your ears… and every movement espied is where… footsteps pacing and candles being…
the dreary call of an impish grin a devil may care shrug and an over… a growl and a torch of yellow vent… you can’t forget me, I’m the infal… the one with crimson in my eyes an…
polish your jewels of betrothals g… they may once again conquer your s… a heavy skyline forces perimeters… unintended penetration of heart an… I have nothing to offer but my lov…
I’m tempted by this scenic view as this trail of metal ants flows, how easy it would be to follow to destinations unknown, head to tail like mindless drones
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
how these shadowed souls lie in wa… black eyes and dark fleshed hearts… like mannequins entombed in the gl… silent footsteps over broken glass… the truism of it all is a smotheri…
