what i need today

the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…

see these things that you have done straight bellow your midnight sun this ice and snow what you’ve become straight below your mid night sun for I am not the same as you I had not the right you did to choose for I did not seal my fate I sit in purgatory its here…

from ashes i come

you take bitter words from battered young lungs refrain – and re-frame from what you’ve become massacred moments of what was your past tainted old feelings that die with the last of hopes and off dreams when all you had left was your will to breath windows to a soul that can no longer bleed…

Hate for hates sake

The words that she speaks Came from the same language as yours But you’ll shroud her in shame For what’s hers that’s not the same as what’s yours For the things that she does Brings fear to your brain? Could that be that your week No? It’s her fault that she’s strange ? Is it…