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where do you put your masks?do you keep them in pocketsin a jacket big enough toenvelope them and keep them close?i am struggling with minetoo many to..
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i tingle andcatch myselfsighingbreath leaving lipsmoistened justjust enoughso much saidin one tinyexhalation
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men and women, lined upsharp dressed, pressedcrisp camo, no smileseach one readyready to kill, ready to die.sent out like paperdollsfodder for the new..
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went to the woodpiledreaming of fire(naught but ashes,and a gathering chill)the ax was misshapenbent, dry(treated poorly but..still expected to perfor..
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i battle demons that peoplefear to talk aboutlike admitting that theyexist is some sort ofweakness(what fools we breed.simple little people whothrive ..
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sometimes i just get so damnedangry.for no reason, or many reasonsevery reason, every seasoni want to shout to the worldHERE I AM!but i won't - never ..
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life is messyall the emotion, all the tripethe crap, and the guiltone man's storyis another man's lieyet we keep goingplodding along,like good littles..
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sometimes,walking with my headheld highis just sodamnhard.(god knows this head isheavy, so heavy)people see methey let their gazewander just a bitupan..
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I've spent half my liferailing at one godor another.(sometimes, I think,just to hear myself)my tears have soakedthe roots of Yggdrasiland washed blood..
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they all ask, how do you feel?discordant, cymbals crashingclashing with the sounds ofhorns, and wooden instrumentsthat bellow mournfullyNo really...I'..
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