My thoughts are running, on an unstationed path.
My mouth is cunning, , im coughing tar, terribly rough black.
I smell like a bag of ******* chippers,

Her eyes a murky greenish blue
Her skins so soft, and rugged too
Her voice calm is calling you
My eyes are shut and when lights are off
We take the time to make small talk.

I'D EXPRESS MYSELF IF I COULD JUST FIGURE HIM OUT.

Everybody's always shaking,
making shook slanted statements.
Deflate.
Pressure builds, but easily falls.
Express hate.
Don't bottle it.
I'd rather have a briefly bittered tongue.

******* spitting blood,
eyes darting and crazed.
I'm head over heals, and my teeth just met the pavement

I've hung my own noose
i swear these ghosts are in bloom.

I've been breathing in what I can.
And photographing the rest.
So what the hell is this.

Restless
Resting
Oh how the day fades.
Tempting
Tempt me
Oh look what your lust made.