as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen
We circumvent and pray for recompe… In the thick of where the lines bl… We eke out a rich mans fortune for… In the thick of where the lines bl… We are the joke and line of punch,…
You wove this cloak of misery for… it’s a haunting envelop that holds… I can feel the rods you’ve stuck i… just a puppet, am I less than aliv… And if I could die and give you a…
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…
A devoted heart knows only light As it bathes in swathes of uncerta… Love and sanctuary its peace Without jealousy or absurdity The jewel of love without conditio…
These memories I house in my brai… They rattle about like wind throug… Faces come close and fade;hearts l… I seek the knowledge of who I am. Thoughts that race, I struggle to…
when we met, all those years ago I was huge mass of cool marble, smooth to the touch, strangely exo… like caramel swirled in vanilla ic… now, I’m a shadow of my former sel…
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
Oh sacred heart Don’t let me suffer Oh sacred heart Don’t forsake my dreams Oh sacred heart
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
No hope just old distraught sighs And malady ridden damaged brains Scrambling ever so gently, calmly Over years by pills for mental spr… Chiefly doled out mind twisters
will you repent, from all the thin… all those scars, from words that y… will you repent, from all that bin… all the hope, lost in the eyes of… a weak moment of my affliction
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
a rattling door handle from over t… rouses me from a nightmares grip o… that poor woman is at it again her ocd, her magic number must be… oh, here she goes again