Versus the mirror

You are immersed in your own guilty pleasure Your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle Do I make you wet? I can surely guess that your eyes Will never open again Perspiration seeping...

I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon On the horizon My movements are drapes in a state of the art Your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the art The oaks are...

the family fell apart with a strict blow from an ill-divine addiction transfixed on its own undulating survivor rate for the sake of right mind and public relation we will call it extreme...

Can you feel my legs begin to shake just as the aether that is under these sheets the space between this jealous air and my final attempt to sleep until you're back from tomorrow until i end today...

i call action to the scene only a small fraction will make it to the screen this is but a contorted synapse of your perception this is exactly where I wanted us to be left without something I can't...

as the clouds below are gently unaware that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas oh my, i've written one too many lies this time...

children twisting through the trees unconscious and unguilty here we're alone a final confession as i ask for a high drive before i take this plunge i wipe my eyes dry crack the window like a rib let...

I'm no poor storyteller Just a poverish soothsayer You can smack me into shape if you like Or we could talk all night If Jesus was born in a race of age Would a noose of thorns be more fitting The...

a toast to those who taste the glorious breath a sweet reminder stained on a lover's neck if it wasn't for this then I could hardly be the sadistic masochist that I am today react and fall because...