Age in Darkness winter was my last by tears, felled rest - their tireless drear - laid my hearthstone from somnolence to sole alabaster, a rue passing and quietus.
Cold Naked by Deflower Resplendence risen is her breathless crocus, scalding to thaw my mettle,
Forever has no Friend. Alone. Had but added to one's poorly, trend Endeavor to strive and trial, we end. As ever, you're fair; As ever, my fare.
Enemy Divide I thrust reflection, undettered. Shy away A contested cheval, we fray too feckless. Two faceless.
Intellectual Laxity To think motivation, but a memory.
A little less than ComplicatedThe hour,'half-past'etherealand benign affection.False lightstand a shadowof this placeand my inception.Midnight,never too latein just timewe wither decay.Syntheticnow rainsso monotone, to face expressionsabsencepeel awaywhen nothing new degenerated"we have become....another new degeneration." yea yeaAlternate:'chorus'Never said I love myselfwhen I stand my ground and its more than a littlefakeNever said I hate myselfwhen I drag me down and its more than a littlefakeNever said I lost myselfwhen I can't be found and its more than a littlefakeNever said I held myselfwhen I hit the ground and its more than a littlefake
They yearn for an Older Glory Her story. Her emblem, razed and former in glory's prone. Prominence, outstretched the arm and too lambent to glow. By the famished, led hordes and to sluice she'll drogue. Came poseur, too few, but a penniless more. Had for rivers into scour as the miles score dredge, they head like an ocean and just abrade, they'll head - but athirst, a gait once so impressed upon them - welcomed in the endless attain like freedoms yearn; left coursed in its flame and more, they'll burn. Even now - Ever then - As tier to yarn but then distance to loom over her penumbra shaded and that appetency fades, not for a shelter gray;
Faith around her FingerThe hollow, perfect circle.A ladies perceptionmoldinginfluence to sphereand consolidatedwill-binding likemadness won't remember. I sank my chestpounding hardfor regressher finger beatsthe deepest drum. Cast wearily, then feckless-Uponreckless wrathas to warringkissesdeceit,that once lashedsoravenousin her cruelest featurethe hungryfool there leadhis palate for desire.
Global-Eyed-Nation Surveillance and world order. My cellular.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
You Selfish BastardDrink the poisonand pretend as ifyou aren't slowly killing yourself.But that is your intentionand you've dedicated your lifeto this self-destructive path.Married to addictionand divorced from self-control,you're willing to let your body dieand force your loved ones to watchjust so you can havea night of numbness.Your death isn't going to shock anyoneif you keep down this road.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
my grand piano the winds are howling but I'll stay here and play my grand piano; the frost gathers on the panes and the cold edges into my marrow but I will stay here and continue to play my grand piano - and when the sheet music is done and the snow has drifted against my door
A White Wedding Your flowing gown ofWhite Lies.