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…
ghosts of your blood litter this f… strewn about the walls, arterial s… your final act of conscious though… an urge to steal yourself away resting there on embossed paper
soon wealth discovered that peace… a journey of intention down two ro… a genius first in the hands of a c… that controls the spin and the spi… can a man be content with the imag…
you give me small favours more cold than aloof, your vaccine is a tawdry air the scrawl on a strange arm, you have my heart and I’d like it…
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
She holds her pain like a proud sc… memories, though frayed, still war… between the wars there was a silen… a reverberation from its walls, fr… A bliss from a young mind and a fa…
the prettiest face the warmest smile can be taken over if just for a while lust and greed
A friend of mine once barked at me Good and evil were the same Both different sides of the same c… Just illusions of reactionary game I didn’t believe his view distille…
sometimes even clever people fall… enter their own abyss and can’t cl… lubricated walls surround them, ho… firmly choked, their own demons ke… moreover, its a one horse race tha…
How have I missed this I’d forgotten how beautiful you ar… And I’m caught in you gaze A lightening bolt to the eyeball A thrust of electric rain
I bring to you a crisp white empty… so that you might paint me the wor… give me your word and I’ll spill m… to ease your controlled strokes I… with the tongue of a feline lick t…
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
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…
Through the forest of old nightmar… past the misty fog of sweat and te… broken light sheds no path or fare… I’m too lost to hide without it, half a world lies pallid and prost…
without fear what would my bravery… at best just a nonchalant mood, its cloak won’t be donned to hide… no need to feel the threat of the… without fear what would my bravery…