I'm sick of the treason upon my browSearch for gold and you'll still dieHope you've been listening to yourselfcause i know I have stopped tryingNow wi..
The dusk has settled and around the borders of illusionThe souls they devour me like a roller coasterbrings me high and touches the moonbut you come s..
MorningOFTEN I CAN SEE REFLECTIONS IN THE SKYLITTLE CLOUDS MERGING WITH ALLYSWITH A LITTLE CHICKEN COUPSOME BREAD EGGS AND SOUPWE'LL SHARE A MEAL WITH..
Instant gratification with karma on my back'throwin dice and playing black jackdrink ice water when the fire gets to hottethered to a wire and boiling..
Poetry is a gesture of humiliationset forth in thoughtand released through exploding inkan art form of the livingTo ease our existencethat in which we..
which way are you going, anyway i'm going to lurkIf youdecideto be a jerk it i'm going to have to play yabecause i'd rather wander down a one way stre..