Finding where the sun sets |
Walking awaylike an avalanche collapsing on the place I leftit is no longer aliveand I am moving with both feet on the groundIt has never been as you thoughtand i am not in the need you thinkthere was...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 15:14:00 GMT |
Love |
I watch you with worryand wonder what it is that caused your fracturethere are lines and splintering timethe chaos makes a map of humanitywithout a legend to navigate the violent waterssomewhere like ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:41:00 GMT |
Vulnerability |
All this time has made its way I love the dance but never really knew the stepsand somehow I have still kept it aliveI told you once that I was going to change everythingand i wonder if it is hopeless...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:30:00 GMT |
Existence |
I have tried to shut my eyes to youbut you sing your way into my dreamsso much to take inthe way you move and fall against the yearsyou suffer selfish ambitionand fields stained with bloodbroken heart...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:09:00 GMT |
4:27 am |
The whole world is asleep outside my doorbut I don't sleep too much these daysI keep repeating memories against the ceilinglike the silver screen they play out a storyThis is the pattern from head to ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 01:29:00 GMT |
Machines Can Be So Cold |
I have been asking GodAbout the flaws deep in my designSearching out an answerI will do a surgery and rip the organs from their rightful placesPulling muscle from boneIt is a painful process to find o...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 16:06:00 GMT |
Walking on Water |
I am losing ground on shifting sandwhat a way to bring in the new yearwishing the world away One last kiss in the shadows to feel safeI can tell everything is changingI can the feel the looks so decei...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:27:00 GMT |
Howling |
Hear the sound of the windhowling through the trees covering the cold earthsomehow there is a connection across the worldthe way everything screams "There is something else"and the lackluster shine of...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 16:49:00 GMT |
The Dance |
It took time like a change in seasonit was the slightest movements that did the most damageit always isI tried to collect each drop of bloodbut the dirt and gravel had already absorbed too muchYour ey...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
Little Shoes |
I am not walking on the other sidenot yetI am not sure of my positionmy broken system keeps collecting these rusted pieces of metal trying to perform some kind of alchemyI cannot fix this conditionall...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:29:00 GMT |
