while you flaunt your wordsand receive your accoladesI shudderseeing men like me so wellnaked and alonedrinking in the poisonsurrendering to the death..
Lips are crackingNo tears for my eyesAlone but I don't want companyMy well, its run drySunburned when biddenHeart sick as the river ran dryNo wind to ..
Quiet tears grace my cheekFor children I do not knowJust one day shall soon be one weekAs presents get covered in snowIcy hearts may never thawThe sum..
There is not muchNo really it's all quite lostThere isn't much to ponderSo gone it's not a shameNo worries about dirty fingersNo concern for calloused..
she sleeps while I stir in the buffeting winds, the winds of my soul and the wind of the night. Night taking from me that which at once belongs to me ..
Where has my heart gone? The pain and loneliness that compels me to write replaced by dead weight like the calloused ankles that drag the prisoners ch..
They are full of foolsAnd rabble rousersAnd men like meIn these late hoursThe artists toilsDemons that tickle their soulsLike the slight of handMaking..