i should never have thought the future to be grim listening to silence what an irritating sound white noise you’re distorting my mind merging into 6/4 beats, strange faint instruments …
wrap the cord around my throat just like when you choke me feel the bruises appear my vessels popopop shove me back inside to where there are no memories and no…
be mad, be me gaze into my forbidden soul cultivate my pain and throw it onto a plate taste it slowly so you can see breathing is demanding so forget my happiness…
you test my patience when you do not train the basics of this flickering flame i tap the machine until i snap quit screaming down my ears you moronic twat once laughed and…
thum-rolling your goat skinned drum as i concede the taste haunt me baby when you pass you’re thick and hot and make me gleam my cold heart needs your blockage inviting you to take my…
because we have consciousness, we feel that life is meaningful… but we know that the universe as a whole has no meaning…. our lives are a contradiction… to live well, we…
like petals twisted from a departed snapdragon and barbed wire pressed into the impurest skin i’ve nettled my mind once more obsessive compulsive disorders engulfing nightmares taking a wrong turn to lunacy a long road it is…
reverbed guitar and out of tune voice riding the waves of love i knot my hair sixteen times we drink a few and kiss all night naked bodies and just one…
The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell…
The Dead by Billy Collins The dead are always looking down on us, they say. while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down…
