Love, Sweet and Lowdown. |
I would stretch across the sky to feel what I've forgotten. I'd bury the barrel of my burdens underneath ten feet of concrete, if it were possible. Keep me far away from this place where I lose my way...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:07:00 GMT |
In Validity |
She's roaming cross country to tear apart a man and his pride. Fists clenched around a rabid heart. Moonlight rays reflecting days so far, long gone. A line has been laid so carefully. As carefully as...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 21:50:00 GMT |
This portrait of karma crafted in accident- |
textbook seduction minus the text in the language of ghosts. And so we ran like the wolves were biting. The inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming, "Scratch my back and I will stab you in ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 21:47:00 GMT |
Don't keep me up because I wanna go down. |
Never quite first priority. Never ever the one and only. Maybe you could help me because I don't seem to know what you're speaking. While your language is appealing, it's just not making me feel anyth...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 23:25:00 GMT |
My Apologies, All Things Misconstrued I May Find True |
This song took such a different turn than I intended or thought it would. Eh. I'll call it unfinished, at the moment. I haven't put it to piano yet, but for right now, this is it."My Apologies, All Th...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 01:31:00 GMT |
Spiral Blue. |
She looks so pretty on the page. Sideways, and with the way she lays, you'll be picking up each of them before you. It's so odd, the charade's cast over the room like a well though-out play. The setti...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 23:56:00 GMT |
Spiral Red |
She wrapped you up in cable wires, tangled to the mentality that what happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. She kicked that habit. Months spent diving down to depths where words and f...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:43:00 GMT |
"Charades (The Blue Eyes of Oblivion)" |
I'm burning for the western horizonWhere everything that I know I hold is an apparition of pretense.It's been so long, and look at the mess we've become.Those eyes, they've haunted me month after mont...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 23:15:00 GMT |
Forgive me if I fall asleep. I haven't slept in centuries. |
I do not know where I stand.I have too much heart to make everything black and white. I am at a loss for words. ....I can't go on out of rhythm with our time.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
Silhouettes Silhouetting (Pt. 2) |
Take this moment and take off, like a fucking bandit. And branded, I'm left. Each second I'm counting down the amount of time your hands will spend on my body. You're stealing my breath away from me. ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 13:54:00 GMT |
