(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
Every sin I’ve ever committed Every bottom I’ve sank to Every darkness that I’ve bathed i… And every bottle downed, too Every person I’ve ever hurt
death, your bullets won’t weigh me your eyes shan’t score my worries your noose can’t imprint my cover I dwell blinded by the lux of stea… death, your shadow won’t provoke m…
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
the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
as the shoulders sag and droop and… as the burden carried refused to l… the last hope of loves resurrectio… drowning in tears internally wept, you’ll sleep the night but that’s…
round the corner I look I’m standing in the kitchen I watch your gurgles and giggles at cartoon pigs and the likes it fills my heart with something
the addict in me wakes as fury rai… like a freshly transformed werewol… in the pursuit of a end to an unwa… my heart races and saliva glands p… furtive eyes in the throws of frig…
Wisdom is a gift bestowed to the f… When they realise that all around… And heads can’t be housed in the s… Their stupidity is seen like the m… They’ll kick and scream against th…
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
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…
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
Those shadows haunt you pearl handled pins prick, the darkest scum around your heart that petulant spot where demons wa… speckled light from a broken chand…
Honourable deeds are a thing of the past remorse just a world dreamt in a flash morphine for tears
solitude, I find you a sound wave a cusp of hope solitude, I live you your antithesis I crave
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason