.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
.i heard that eventhe dead have nightmares; sometimesthey roll in their graves
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.you say youlie because youcare, and ibelieve you;i know you'duse the truthif you reallywanted tohurt me
.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
.the shadows bruise thesunlight while the moonweeps in the darkness
.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
.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
.in yourhead liesa well troddenpath;i want thewilderness
.pour love allover, then strikea match;the fire willburn itself out,but the ruinswill smoulder
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
.throw my boneson the fire justto warm up yourownthen sitthere and wonderwhy you're alwaysalone
.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
.crescent moon- silverhook in the sky fishing forstars; you catch my eye
CryDon’t cry anymoreFor the fighting is overExcept within us
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
So SilentSo 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.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
Too weakDoctors say I'm simply weak,so I get sick all the time.Nothing more, nothing less.I must be careful.I believe them, I feel it,I was always feeling it.How my love for you is so strong?Maybe you are right,my love for you is a sickness,result of my weakness.
The Dead SeaThe Dead SeaI offered water to her,but she was a seaI offered love to her,but she was deadI offered words to herand she hated me.
.when i look back atthe past, she looks right back at meshe points at thefuture, glint in her eye