I've learned that a conceivably detrimental lifestyle will only accepted in the form of a paperback novel.
Matter fakes, face fades. Under sheets, Fake bades. Sick old spell, coldy carries, Heat-tranced ghost, living buried.
I don't have to sleep well, I just have to sleep better than you.
The sun leaves me to silence Before my eyes adjust My ears are tuned for violence My jaw begins to rust His words wrap all about me And heavy as they seem They do not feel as filthy As leaving them in dreams
Waxy little strings, Wrapped about my wrists, Wavy crossy things, Working bodies twists, Where now do my feet, Writhe above the floor, Wading through mistreat, Whining from the bore, Why I hold my eyes, Washes through my mind, Watching all likewise, ...
Fog does trap me to the Earth, For gravity no longer Holds me like the dark things do, Their will and brawn is stronger. Birds just may bypass these clouds To cower under stars Who shoot and lasso each of them In ties as strong as ours. Wings soon br...
I will see every thing I dream to see, I will have every thing I dream to have. But I fear that once I have attained all of my dreams That all of my nightmares will follow.
I will see every thing I dream to see. I will have every thing I dream to have. But I fear that once I have attained all of my dreams That all the nightmares will follow.
And it never mattered who the man I portrayed him to be was. The memory was in the same place as the fantasy, and that place was proven so contorted, convoluted, I'm unsure if I ever told the truth.
And when he told me that I had not yet reached rock bottom, I puppied my eyes and begged him to take me there.
I still dream to quiver rich, And we still tremble poor. Over, under, Madam and Bitch, To each, her John Does floor. Grieved cliche to ban the kiss, And yet we all refuse. To add one name onto our lists, Of cants, and don'ts, and dudes. Unuttered sig...
And I lost all my words Not sure where I dropped 'em Scattered out for some birds who then left for bread crumbs. They curl up under rocks and feed themselves to snakes Who then come search for me to soothe their belly aches.
Muscles pulled like drawstrings, I cave as they release. And every time my beau springs, It drops me to my knees. Skin dark raw and blistered, One snap to break it all, As each hand of my Mister, Holds me above my fault.
The muscles behind both eyes hurt and the skin all down the front is swelling from the veins burst though the circles look less sunk. Tears did fill them in though and I did push the waves right from my own souls windows to water down it's grave
My Life glass lays on its sides, Lodging new and old sand hives. Longing for a crack to slip through, Lying for their lack of plain clue. Lounging loosely on each end, Laughing to be spent or spend. My dirt clock is lazy still, I beg God, one end to ...
