A bit of a tic. A nervous twitch. Of the eye, From the mind. Said mind scarred

The revolution is a whisper Beyond and behind Where all the junkies convene Dressing up the day’s plan Someone is getting fucked

Yellow lights blink through the we… The only thing to see in tonight’s… Psychedelic lights of the Norther… and LSD seems even further. Snow angels are the only angels wo…

Embarrassed to speak in waves of v… some would embrace as talent. Shame lingering next to pride over… I wonder why society has deemed my beliefs wron…

rivers of tears we later feel stupid for ever having shed. Survival of the fittest and I wonder who’s really fit. The ones who fight to live or the ones who embrace death? Or are ...

She’s rhythmic Sashaying through it all Her plight is the cacophony Tormenting my brittle head Because my plight is the man

Revolutionaries lie in wait to fig… The repulsiveness of a generation only interested in television, gummy bears, nicotine,

Self mutilation led to this pasty… She went too far... Caress every crevice. Kiss every orifice. Nothing breathing could be so beau…

The look of death suits you so keep pushing the needles in. Heavy with the black make-up, my dear. Your pale flesh carries it well. Enjoy it before the jaundice sets in or your dead eye...

Normally, This park bench is My every day routine And my evening news I sit around and dissect humanity