Pageninetynine

I can hear her footsteps beating closer. This may be my only chance. In a shadow of doubt I doubt our shadows kissed in dance. Without lips or eyes to open or close my hand felt your heart along the...

Shut your fucking mouth tradition does not seem to be working because of it's mechanical tone it's one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense I breeze through walls as they scratch my floor...

Staring into the blank Into a non-linear hole, It sucks you down It expands you inside yourself A parallel paradox converges upon this spot. That explains what? Mottled sky over the Garden of Eden...

That scent says more in memory. Do I dare disturb universe, Tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology. All stares fixed on her black widow fingertips....

I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers and in your room, in it's corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede slips under your mattress until it's time, oh,...

Tears for ourselves, (what we can do to ourselves) When friends are all we have, (what we can do to ourselves) My fingers, my wrist Some clicks, some control My soul's in the sand, your face in the...

You are every ounce of horror Every reminding second of a Completely terrible life, you're the Single most constant mistake Of why most my bodyaches. And from the cold iron shackles You locked around...

Last week I could not believe what I would see, The tears rolled down softly. Nudged down the stairs oh so sadly. We could steal the truth to never be seen. One stair. Two stairs. Three stairs go...