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…
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
drinking down your arrogance like a bucket of molten steel, your glance evicted all my nicetie… as you surveyed the world with con… your circuit boarded marginal walk
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
Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
your sprawling eye has no hurrican… a gentle edge, a softer rain, that scent you wear, like cakes ba… I get pulled into your shop as I… and you stand there enticing me
in black and white you stopped me in my tracks your voice a perfect pain a woe filled narrative words flying around my head
spinning and spiraling eyes closed and nose towards the c… she can transform at will with her outstretched claws honed, catching and scraping the paper
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
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
it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh… that sweetness is a forgotten bego… through black soft sooty thoughts they cling fast to wounds turning… they do and will forever spill
two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…
the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
if a word was spoken and its meaning was true and faces felt impact showing winces in view misconstrued adjectives
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…