all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read

The invisible man strides He glides he struts and paces No one can really see him He’s a vampires mirror reflection He’s the clown without a red nose

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

my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…

Slim desire, come and nourish me Let my bygone youth play havoc sti… Be the appeal of all fabric lay he… Steely eyed, insulated, a melodic… Slim desire, come and force feed m…

I used to think that faith was what held love and that even though hidden from m… it would grant me one day its shin… but the darkness of indifference

Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…

Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence

I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal

You hover over the bones of a dead… You’ve eaten all the flesh and the… You pick them up and use them for… And ponder the culinary gift Your the queen of quarrels bar non…