Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence
To you I’m just a dark secret I’m the elephant skipping around t… And you’ll do all you can to avoid… As I crash and smash from near to… Well let me whisper some truth
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
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…
the train tracks gently rattle in… and a wind chime calls an atmosphe… the wind blows a leaf strewn force… and I’m lost in the purpose of my… gutters magnifying a slow trickle…
I hate you and I know that you hate me, too, I can tell by the shutters of your… they close like a portcullis at my… the way that your fists clench and…
It seems I spend my life trying n… The egg shells that I’m walking o… All the while, your hearts thunder… As my egos tossed from pillar to f… The whirlwind spins, the tornado b…
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
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…
Breath sharp, fast, rasping Legs pumping, hands grasping Verdant roads span and greet As the cyclist pursues the endless… Eyes fixed, heart pounding
sometimes I wish I could live beh… ultra violet rays, under dark cove… nullify all eyes that wish to see… glass lens to keep out odd stares… lateral vision, an infusion, monoc…
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid