What do I have left to offer?
Am I a pig that’s off to slaughter? Well-wishing for a better future Doesn’t make this noose looser
It tightens around my neck
Constricting and restricting air until deat...
you're not real, well i'm not either
the wax moon melts and we are the fever
i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess
but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest
a ripple on my cue in the grand lake...
The dogs are after me
First there was just one, a little slow
I stay ahead of it, breaking for the building.
But then, in some trees, I see the silhouette of another.
It's a pack, and they know I'm he...
Once upon a time
Mr & Mrs Scurravin sat on a log
They had had a lot of time to think over it
It had seemed like a good idea at the time
Nobody was around
and it was very, very quiet.
They started off ...
I rest, as the wind is calm
At last my wandering here at the edge
without a guide, I only hear
the messenger's gentle whispers.
I remember when the wind first came with the dawn
And stole me away, so ...
Life, the reflection or celebration of spirit.
Seen, beyond our horizons
or within the mirrors we seek.
Upon so many faces, voices speaking tales of
wishful traces, and places we keep
Steps that find ...
The traveler of old came to visit me,
and sat at the foot of my feet.
No longer from a land of antiquity,
I had never again expected to meet.
"Ozymandias," said they,
"King of kings," said I.
Feeling all sorts of things, whether obscure or delightful feelings all of us feeling either trapped under some dome for us non-travelers or feeling as though time passes us by with everyone around us...
Part 1 TH3 C0D3
0n a night wher3 th3 waves just crashed 0n th3 sh0r3,
Wher3 w3 weren't entirely sur3,
What lif3 w0uld bring for us, what life even meant,
W3 shared a moment, that w3 will never f0rget....
A long path seemingly downtrodden, Its hollow trees and browning leaves are merely forgotten. It maps the way to a place so long ago travelled, not yet dead but dying. Vibrant life is a-thriving, desp...
On fairy ground.
Of the coming spring.
Lock your heart
In a secret chest.
Lock your heart,
So you may do what’s best.
I pretend to show kindness
I feel no remorse for the evil committed I touch the death of cold flesh I worry no longer of the suicides left behind
Tears of delight for retribution I am sadistic I am ha...
Wrapped in one’s own grief And blinded by your strife
Shall nothing go unnoticed
Until the middle of the night.
Where light will come from pastures black
And people of honour
Will let their honour sla...
Father time visiting his 3 o'clock mistress
Cheating on space unlocking the viscous
Kicked in the cock here comes the sickness
Spewing out just about everything in existance
Big bang att...
Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, And relished in the taste of defeat. Despite warnings and signs
To turn the poison to healing,
Taking flowers and stem
The petals and oils
To the h...
I fell to the ground
But I felt no ground beneath me
So I looked up at the stars
But all I could find was a dead black sky
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
For my glass is never empty, bu...
When those demons come knockingthen come up swinging with The Word with The Sword with The Promise of Salvation and Authorityin The Namethere is no blamethere is no defeat there is no threat they can'...
There was a noise, deep down in my chest. There was that perennial thud. My heart? Nay. Something a little less here. Something a little more there. Yes. Something all together old. Thud. That thing t...