Honourable deeds are a thing of the past remorse just a world dreamt in a flash morphine for tears
watch my tears swell the corners of my eyes run the red tinge from constant sheddi… in my eyes it leaves its tincture as the pain of life leas its harsh…
wild horses pelt the green they choke the dirt and jump it cl… they race beyond a speed that’s fi… and smash to bits the noise of che… they run like birds inside a cage
the sound of this land lays empty a dormant glaze pours through its… this opulent terrains bounty of pl… now shudders numb as birds recede the graveyards full of the living
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…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
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…
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
And here we are at the day The smell of daylights decay, fres… Soon darkness will reign king and… And stars court jesters, inlaid, u… A torch lit beam of moonlights car…
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
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