Hangover Bell |
Pay for the gain it doesn't matter if it doesn't break youAlways the same you're just a crystal foot in broken slippersOf all the piss drunk men your fall from grace blurred my deceptionsNo promises w...
Posted by Fatalist on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:00:00 PST |
Her Chorus |
Never in this heaven what you said...Ever could I be so polarized.Making hours that bleed. And for what price?The tower falls. We fell ourselves. Goodnight.Maybe I'm lonesome. Dawn is creeping over my...
Posted by Fatalist on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:19:00 PST |
Skeleton Wind Chimes |
You'd curse the ground I walkIt keeps you breathingYou'd tie me to the lockIt keeps you strangeYou'd hold me to the fireIt keeps you from dying of exposureBut we die as in the tied skeleton wind chime...
Posted by Fatalist on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 10:15:00 PST |
The Painter (Gift of the Century) |
Could you believe its cold outsideWith new hotels to colonizeWhen limos hide all your past livesYou paint of pain in grassThrough which the fallen graspNew blood is turning into iceWinters of waste an...
Posted by Fatalist on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 08:51:00 PST |
The Birds of Industry |
....there must be something that you need.....something to settle your skin.Was it true that harder men should win?....tied to a mockingbird's tail scars.....worn like a trophy in spite.Could you act ...
Posted by Fatalist on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:31:00 PST |
Low Tides |
Just breathe it in.And let it fill your lungs. Just take it in.Let it in.The ropes that hold your fears will disconnect with years gone by.It's good for you.So let the road go past...begin to hold it ...
Posted by Fatalist on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 10:00:00 PST |
Stark Raving Mad |
Its been a long road to be here with you.Once upon a time.When stars could decorate our living rooms.The streets were whiter then.So where are you going out unlocked with heels a woman of assault?Who ...
Posted by Fatalist on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 09:51:00 PST |
Leap Year |
"I can't break the silence." I didn't know you cared.I took the steps that time has a way of taking over.I can't help if I am...too little unprepared...To make it right with a snap of my fingers pain ...
Posted by Fatalist on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 09:43:00 PST |
Congregation |
my concerns are not my own. they are the damages that i awaken to.a town that's full of skin sanded bones. none of these faces have the strength to pull me through.if I could take a little from my hea...
Posted by Fatalist on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:40:00 PST |
