Its not the point of killing faith that u will find someone. Its the action of loneliness and controlling your bonds Its empty alone and so is pretending to love You cant make connections not like addiction to drugs. Save the drug of infatuation. No reason just meaning less No selection. Just what drips in your lap No focus just lenses that crack
The sextant marking starlines that guide your path is no longer Coordinated calibrated to designate a map
Walk amble climb along to view a moral prefix to design a way out of a sea just arms length with the depth of the roots of mesquite trees in the spring
We are all stowaways in a ship waiting to jump to shore. Trying to find a place to spill seeds in the tilled rows of a *****. The words you whisper are pretty and my minds enthused tho i know every go at this game i shall lose Im wandering in a labyrinth Chasing in a brain like a rat in a spinning wheel following reflections from a cage
You tricked me. Oh yes. You win Im no longer a man like all women before you ate the innards left a shell spit out the hull Dragged my meat to the floor
One final kiss and i leave, i am missed You say lies again i pull off your fist its on my head its in my throat i read words that you spoke its not my fault its the blood clot keeping us unconnected in this note
I am dreaming secret beaming red lights blinking help is sinking No hope between two softly stroking my cross is burning No fires stoking On my fore arms on my chest guard all is sinking with the funeral All the voices in my head are telling me it should be dead yet the ***** in my soul tells me that he still pleas for bread But i starve him and i lash him and i strap him to this ledge for he is wrong and yes he lies you're the harpy of my dread
You ******* killed me like i was a lame horse to be put down