To Dance With The Dead |
To Dance With the Dead
Lose yourself in the black abyssit's twelve hours til your safe againEverything's unleashed in the nightand your haunted til a new day's born.Dreaming of wounds and murderstep i...
Posted by jeremy on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:52:00 PST |
"Jesus, Does Anyone?" |
"Jesus, Does Anyone?"
I am a lakehouse, put up on stilts,to float me above the tides,that get so blue I can only see black.these supports of mine, that...
Posted by jeremy on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 06:27:00 PST |
Coloring Books |
COLORING BOOKS
The music lost its feeling,The writing lost its meaning,The artist falls again.The drawings left their lines,Photography is blind,The ca...
Posted by jeremy on Thu, 11 May 2006 10:04:00 PST |
Tourism |
Tourism
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pretend this is a letter addressed to you,and just listen to these questions.is this where i'm supposed to ...
Posted by jeremy on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 09:58:00 PST |
And The Stonehenge Lies |
And The Stonehenge Lies
When the dawn breaks on a brand new day,i don't even recognize her face.she's labored, and worn, and weary,abused by the ...
Posted by jeremy on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 09:12:00 PST |
