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Etched, not erased, the searing tales those lips did speak.
Even in the holiest house that stinging fire still scorches deep in my brain.
Gargoyles,..
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It’s strange to hear you speak.
I seem to be frightened by your voice so close to my ears.
The smell of these concrete walls fade when the sou..
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Reconstructed from the waste, I am a recycled voice with another face.My seams sewn with fabric soaked in blood as the warmth chills me with all its l..
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I'm still bleeding.I am still bleeding even though my heart has stopped.And here you are again, my darkest friend.You've been waiting patiently in tho..
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And even in the darkest, deepest, recesses of my mind I still try, try to reach you out there.I only can let the phone ring so long before I have to l..
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Tired of such extemporaneous living.I'm dead inside and I have nothing left to kill or hide.There's no reprisal to this sentence which binds me to tha..
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I just don't feel myself.I can't feel the face I see in front of me and tired of trying to care.The question really is have I ever been, have been her..
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Here the light permeates the iris with its piercing glow.Running in a field of high grass to falling into the abyss of the mind, all with the curves a..
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Once it’s said it doesn’t go away, it’s never dead!
Toiling in the words wrapping inside my head, I just can’t undo the undon..
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I heard the echo drifting as you cleared the space of my existence.
Replace me!
Fade me into the blue of never land you hide all of us to...
Banish..
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