Reel me in
(2013)
Its nice to think that someone would toss you a rope if you're drowning. Some people see the splashing water and think you having a great time.
you kept a nee appraisal in your e… that flow of emotional slurry had… its drug was hard to blend and its… you run my parallel risk as with y… you use me like a skittle down a l…
I’ve heard it said many times before, one good man can change the world, and alter all
acute, this pain that grips me alone I am again this world about me is ceaseless interminable it yells my cold name lingering emptiness cobwebs my ner…
sometimes even clever people fall… enter their own abyss and can’t cl… lubricated walls surround them, ho… firmly choked, their own demons ke… moreover, its a one horse race tha…
one strange day the sun played warm and bright you broke the seal around my heart not much to add or say it was soon as cool as night
there’s nothing thrown so worse than to think yourself a fine grad… only to grip at a point in a later… your way off, the ticks were weigh… looking back down the oval centuri…
The muscle we once were is decayin… All that’s really left is sinew We’re coming away from the bone A parody, a skit of what we once w… Love, it would seem, has a sell by…
soon wealth discovered that peace… a journey of intention down two ro… a genius first in the hands of a c… that controls the spin and the spi… can a man be content with the imag…
her bad moods an ethereal reminder… long after shes left the room; unf… aftershocks come in waves and spre… a blanketed tide ripples across an… as we wait like surfers hoping thi…
I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…
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
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
Concrete, granite, stone and steel Broken like a pit ponies comfort,… Jealous thoughts reside then repea… The token aloof hearts not explain… Mining of the souls a dark delight
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…