Dichotomy ph.3 |
She felt obligated to speak, after such a dramatic pauseBut only managed to stutterBefore she could open her eyesShe felt the coldness pressagainst her rosy lipsEyes and mouth kept shutthrough a singl...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Aug 2009 18:42:00 GMT |
Dichotomy ph.2 |
Staring down at this doomed mass of fleshA look of confusion gradually overtook her perfect faceAnd as her head tiltedIt was as if she wondered, why he had spent so much timeFollowing her, running, ch...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:13:00 GMT |
Dichotomy ph.1 |
Not a word from the woman's mouthNor a breath, or smile, not a tearShe stood still as he lay, glaring back at herTransforming what were his final breaths, he spoke in heartfelt versesMuch like the swe...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:48:00 GMT |
OvT : Making ov |
Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 08:39:00 GMT |
Worries of the world |
How selfish of me to believeThat this pain is so outstandingAs if you were so perfectAnd i, so lucky.Out in the coldYou used to always make me shakeBut this isn't 'cause of youNot this time, no, not t...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 03:47:00 GMT |
So, i've noticed |
that technology has slowly set a standard for our modern youth. Inevitable, sure. Avoidable, to an extent.I'm not one to be desensitized.In fact, i find it all rather amusing.Especially when i catch m...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:13:00 GMT |
Not anyone's |
Just everyone's.Particularly the one's who can care less.
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:38:00 GMT |
At Last! |
It's been a great journey.A big thank you to Alex @ The Earth Capital, for testing our limits. But mostly for putting up with our shit and getting it onto record. See you again soon!And ov course, a t...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 19:03:00 GMT |
Ov Terminus: UPDATE! |
We've scheduled our final day @ TheEARTHCAPITAL, set for July 14th, in which we'll be completing lead guitar, vocals, and little things here and there.Alex was awesome enough to burn a very rough vers...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
Ill repute |
My words are frivolous.Perhaps they've always been.Yet the pen attempts to define you. I've acquired a taste for such impossibilities, evident in each sentence. You are swept, heaved away by every awk...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 04:08:00 GMT |
