Black and white hide thoughts of g… Lay sleepless under blankets thin Dreams are nightmares growing long Pieced together the seam still pin… Shapeless forms as dark turns fadi…
anger and rage flow and I don’t believe you really car… you do it for fun, for the giggles my unease is your sport; my sad fa… your life must be so empty
how sweet the rose once smelt now, as the petals fall to the flo… their memory leaves a deep welt and it leaves me craving more. how sweet we two once were
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…
a high pitched whine stabs into my… as all other sounds fade, hidden i… the laughs and shouts and the clas… as I sweat staring at one spot, to… this parties in full swing the boo…
through the window I see you sway, you don’t know I’m watching waiting, longing, silent music
I never had that pause that you he… so much asylum searched, sought af… mentally rescued from the north wh… I beat myself up, I tried to pain… I’ve overstepped the mark so frequ…
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
red suds foam onto the floor frothy blood spat out in mouthfuls… an extraction that leaves a face t… its repeatedly being slammed in a… red suds foam down my shirt
And I suppose its a lachrymose re… one where I’m on bended knee apolo… that funeral dirge still smarts my… from when the ground shook, though… And my head ached from your banshe…
I’ve never met one as you you’ve done the world over beaten down every inch more than me, you say you’ve lived the life
Honourable deeds are a thing of the past remorse just a world dreamt in a flash morphine for tears
borne on the mist, the steam that… from the bowels of the earth, a rotting effigy of a godless hear… surely once held a fastidious beli… this foundling permeates a landsca…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add
