flames on the horizon and let we are rising. above heaven, empty headed full of fog, forgetting the worse crime of all. the voices in whispers for years now. check the evidence, no one is actually there. Still some shadows exhale smoke. medication leave your extremities feeling like there is no bone only a jelly like substance. lullaby voices of a congregation turn out to be monsters. eye lids want to shut, But I have to see what happens next.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Girl with jailhouse tattoos
dreamed of a girl with jailhouse tattoos
she questioned bearded hipsters
with name brand cigarettes
what holds them together
an artifical spine
there parents pay their rent
they sink together in the scene
I was alone with her until I woke up
without her
I couldn't explain her
or myself
the nights were shorter
some like seeing others fall
dreamed of a girl with jailhouse tattoos
she questioned bearded hipsters
with name brand cigarettes
what holds them together
an artifical spine
there parents pay their rent
they sink together in the scene
I was alone with her until I woke up
without her
I couldn't explain her
or myself
the nights were shorter
some like seeing others fall
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