(2013)
There's always one that doesn't fit in a group
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…
I etched my name upon the gatepost at the front of your house, your mother said I was from the ch… and could only fight my way into s… I was from working and you from mi…
so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd
if you noticed me at all saw past the smiles and jokes past the self assured demeanour and the confidence shielded cloak you’d see what drives my foot
A hand full of letters with hand w… Is my legacy and all my life has a… A short straw drawn, a street less… Wouldn’t stave this ghost, this da… And it takes my breath and thought…
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
silence my gift to you bestowed an… standing up for yourself is seen a… I’ve made it through the acid of y… your arrogance by far the coldest… you may wonder how my temperament…
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…
i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
I have walls that I’ve built up brick by brick, heart by break, the real me is so well guarded I’m a difficult bad dream to take, I’ve constructed myself a fortress
you turn my thought inside out your ornaments of blue glass haunt… a whimsical dream that developed d… we were once a bonded soul, now an… your dead and gone, for time now
it could of been the codeine that… like a lava spill through the old… no effort needed for this heighten… this house is derelict, crumbling. the dread of a thousand hearts
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds
I follow us around the house Singing, laughing and dancing Tepid images from a yesterday The ghost of the way we were The magnetic draw of the others ey…