With all the locks secured.
Having noticed my security.
Voices whisper.
Life completes.
Words tumble.
Passion from the ceiling.
Cursed epiphanies.
Little rooms left for my own discoveries. life is disrupted.
New medicine for use in moderation.
Guitar, fragile in perfection.
What is to keep?

A sunset fades & a new line is born.

This is what we truly want.
This is choice.
Consequence sings as I sleep.
My mask becomes me.
We wake.

But is there something else?

Complete with fullness.
The moments of before. Losing my mind for the sake of finding you.
Two songs play in the kitchen.
My choice remains unsung.
Soldiers rushing.

Civilians waking peaceful towards the light.
A silk blouse for funerals.
Falling far into the grave.


With a gift I move forward & destroy myself.

Of alternate conception.
None to say that wisdom lays alone.
None to retrieve an egg or a ****.
She pulls away all the horrors.

And her eyes become blue.

Crystal proven tears.

You start to scream, like we're making a scene
I must remind you this is, not a movie
You couldn't help but play the queen
You left them, all at your feet

I've come to believe it, I've come to believe it
It's like my mouth opened over the pavement
But fake as you can, tell them all why you started this panic

You were a ghost, from late October
I will be one come summer
I saw this world like a paper
And you could not ever stay here

Now I believe it, now I believe it
It's like my mouth opened over the pavement
and how could you think I, I wouldn't know this?

Speak quite a storm, with a small mouth
and I barely sleep in my, in my own house.
Stare, stare at me and I, and I might transform

All hail the queen still,
I've never seen a witch this mean.

Speak quite a storm, with a small mouth
and I barely sleep in my, in my own house.
Fake as you can, tell them all why you started this panic

Be true & be clean for this picture.

A dollar speaks more than you have these days.

The bodies build.

A heart beats & the music drowns its steady thump.



So, with silence, what changes?


A taste?
Or was it hatred?

Bring me hope lover, bring me lower.

On flat tires, two hundred miles per hour.
A foreign language becomes illusion no more.
Fade & bring yourself out.

A cleare picure when the squinting is mastered.

Master this & you will sink ships.

The hollow below my eye, filling with darkness to flaunt a stolen memory.

I've never shamed discord into melody.

Yet I've never made my here alone.

Those nights which really aren't.

In hurry, a thousand mistakes breathe life into iron lungs.

The vessels of such

smile

& bring their infancy quicker towards Death.

How will the words move from stars?
And how will intelligence betray us all whilst we sleep,
wondering which lip's kiss tells which arm to part?

Feel this & unpack the ocean.
Run to red & flail in disgust.

Knowing myself too well,
an epiphany which lets go easily.