(2013)
Sometimes we go along with things because we don't understand we have options
And I suppose its a lachrymose re… one where I’m on bended knee apolo… that funeral dirge still smarts my… from when the ground shook, though… And my head ached from your banshe…
you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…
I can see ghosts in your eyes you carry them like hopes, clutched close and tightly held each one a knot in lifes rope, clouds form in and around the iris
in an instant the sun of her smile sets black rain clouds descend in an instant in an instant
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
What does that say about me I’d much prefer to see you fail Than to watch you bask in victory What does that say about me When I refuse to assist
true and real faith hides its face… between ego and a barrage of hurt… we endure our lives as an out as a… asides fluttering in subliminal ec… our stage and act is someone else’…
I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal
hold me stale my brain blows foul gale I need some assistance to fuel me steady pour me something
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…
marry him because you love him not just to add some cadence to your name not because you own
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
Look around and you’ll see Only two faced people smiling at y… You can tell they harbour ill inte… And wish your life was theirs Love is just a word made of shapes
the gallows of my mind dripped long in wax, burning, a hesitant blend of sweetly bitter flavours melding, the furnace of thoughts of bygone…
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