put poison in my blood cuz venom tastes good.
im gonna die inside but live on in memeory
massage my heart and put my place in me
health is a drag on my future
lets go to the castle and live forever
violent blood is the only grow zone
make what you will
Friday, May 1, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
NINE O ONE
What came of all this? All this… presentation. Are my washed hands clean now, or rather truer bearers of misheld time? “No worry” says the system to the filter… “There is more to come.”
Should I know these seconds? Of future rights or misplaced footprints. I have never been, one, to give, you, frame of reference. Ever.
The gates are open now, the thaw has begun. I am still me though
L o v EEEEERRRRRRRRRSSSSS Can’t b eee
A PART
Should I know these seconds? Of future rights or misplaced footprints. I have never been, one, to give, you, frame of reference. Ever.
The gates are open now, the thaw has begun. I am still me though
L o v EEEEERRRRRRRRRSSSSS Can’t b eee
A PART
Thursday, January 8, 2009
even I don't know
Missed out on magic hands,
sand fills the glass.
Fear mixed with energy,
words kept silent for a reason.
Mash teeth
sand fills the glass.
Fear mixed with energy,
words kept silent for a reason.
Mash teeth
Sunday, January 4, 2009
quarter till.......
no font can please me. no shift key owns my sentence. what blankets i hear just tease my tips. some heart kills time with questions of who is what and how is when.. dot dot mother effer.. dot dot
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Six forty two
Burn...
A deep burn that's not new.
I must have missed this last wave though,
cuz feelings just ain't feeling right.
Empty just can't say it, the right and left lacks buck assignment.
No shortage of doubt though, in case the doubters want for truth.
It's not the red pressed past these lips, rather forfeit of the soul
A deep burn that's not new.
I must have missed this last wave though,
cuz feelings just ain't feeling right.
Empty just can't say it, the right and left lacks buck assignment.
No shortage of doubt though, in case the doubters want for truth.
It's not the red pressed past these lips, rather forfeit of the soul
Friday, August 22, 2008
A bottle of red... another bottle of red... another bottle of red
I could tell you about me. I could tell you all about me but I'd lie. I'd say that I have it together. I'd smear my overconfident smile in your face and make you feel safe. But you're not. Hearken though and be amused.
I have seen another side.
But I haven't abandoned you yet. No, I haven't left for that other place although I'm not sure I'm still here. I wander now utterly aware of your blissful ignorance. I am alone. The catalyst of second glances and feigned interest.
Would you die for a shot at these memories... I did.
I have seen another side.
But I haven't abandoned you yet. No, I haven't left for that other place although I'm not sure I'm still here. I wander now utterly aware of your blissful ignorance. I am alone. The catalyst of second glances and feigned interest.
Would you die for a shot at these memories... I did.
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