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…

the lies of wounder land

I should of ran away when I had the time now I’m lost in your looking glass eyes slipping down your rabbit hole watching your childish chaos unfold just your play thing as the world goes awry now I’m late and you wonder why Your Cheshire cat grin only more proof of how far I’v…

feminine flaw

For all those involved you know what’s been done you know of the dark of the things we’ve become If you hurt me who is to blame isn’t that the question left in our way The people before us say it’s the feminine demise like we draw out the poison in an older man’s mind…

inside the beast

there’s demons in my soulthat bring up the worst solutions faith begins to lose its faceas they twist into a new conclusion they are but the beast of mine for i should see the signs when they rattle bars so fine inside the recluse of my mind should i not see through the screen –what the shadows really…

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…

Fantoms

I don’t want to write – Of pure rage Of love And hate And under shame I want to forget -the cry out The battle pains But my past it Shows how the monsters rained From silver lined clouds Made of cold steal The thunder heads of gun powder made real The molten streets rain…