(2014)
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet