.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.the shadows bruise thesunlight while the moonweeps in the darkness
.you say youlie because youcare, and ibelieve you;i know you'duse the truthif you reallywanted tohurt me
.i heard that eventhe dead have nightmares; sometimesthey roll in their graves
.we are one and thesame, that old willow andme, we stand tall with thescars that life gave us -with the names of loverscarved deep in our limbs,and old burns from mydads cigarettes
.is it worse tohear a truth,or give oneto tell a lie,or live one
.you are a walkingcoffin; there are sentencesburied alive inside you, all thethings you could not sayand they will fester therelike maggots, eat you fromthe inside out
.in yourhead liesa well troddenpath;i want thewilderness
.i was born with thecord wrapped tightaround my neck; itwould seem fitting todie the same way
.dead flies scatterthe windowsill, theirbodies shrivelled anddried by the suni mourn the spider,hung with his own web
.sometimesthe voicein my headdecides tocurl up inmy throatinsteadand sometimesthe beat ofyour heartdecides tomake itselfknown throughyour fists
.pour love allover, then strikea match;the fire willburn itself out,but the ruinswill smoulder
.throw my boneson the fire justto warm up yourownthen sitthere and wonderwhy you're alwaysalone
.little robin, wingsoutstretched in the dirt, a smearof red on your breast
.my cat has ninelives and i fear he willspend each one doingthe same fuckingthingstaring out of thewindow at the birds onthe fence, when he could beout there, sinking histeeth in
So SilentIt was so silent on the hill,She could hear her steps,Her breath...A look at the watch;Time's not passing,Not going away,Like a friend who waits, insists;BegsThat she must do something at last.
CryDon’t cry anymoreFor the fighting is overExcept within us
AddictedSliding inside, I'm only thinking of you,Waiting, denying there is no breaking through,Wishing tonight I will earn more of youYes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to youFading inside my dream into blue,Praying, denying there is no breaking through,Hoping tonight red will cover all blueYes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to youCrying inside, filling with gloom,Screaming, denying there is no breaking through,Fighting tonight, You are my doomYes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to youTrembling inside, I'm staring at you,Falling, denying there is no breaking through,Killing tonight myself for just youYes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to youAnd I wonder whyyy this is happened with youWalking outside, I'm only thinking of you,Planing, denying there is no breaking through,Wishing tonight I will dream more of youYes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
roadkillYou told meI was November’s ambrosiasweet on your tongue.But now all I feelis discord, siegingand overthrowingthe 3,000 year old treeinside of me.-Centuries to grow so talland strong-9 mere minutes tofall.You no longer smile anymore.And I am here,silent as stone-the carcass of a dead...wild thinghoping you don't leave meon the side of the road.
Goodnight MoonThe battered sky bloomsas the dark teabag stainunder her weary eyes.Like the coupletstrung around her necklaceand embeddedwith teeth marks -jewels impressed intothe vast expansive skyof her laden shoulderbones.The bruise darkensand the stars seem impossible.Too far awayand smiling a long dead smile.But somewhere a pomegranate lip,swollen with the disdainthat he made her swallow -somewhere, those lipsfind the courage to sayGoodnight.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
.when i look back atthe past, she looks right back at meshe points at thefuture, glint in her eye