last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Tag: Greed
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
vacant
they keep coming; to room 306- they checked in, locked the door, and dissapeared- they order room service, but no one is their to pick it up they call it ghost hunters come with their cameras leave ith empty pockets all to see room 306. i've seen him, not a they, a he he comes… Continue reading vacant
snakes loose
drawing blood to test if this dimension is habitable, when did this glass become so life like. now it is just right the walls caved in glass shot a tunnel of hiss flying box house of balloons
personalized jack o’ lantern
your sweet song beckons me closer; listen to me, don't waste a hand on that clock put your hands up than down like a prayer and rip the skin off my flesh, carve me like the thirty first dress me up as your favorite dream sing that song that keeps my ears star born, don't… Continue reading personalized jack o’ lantern
Leon
a crewmate on our last days - "be less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you, our lives on Leon; this boat will change you so you can survie, we live on our captains words: where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of! we sailed on Leon for days without… Continue reading Leon
cheese shredder
the vault, is empty picked clean like the slowest in the pack, treasure fallen to the bottom the bottom of the ocean, popping little ben's eyes green eyes drowning in the black
back to basic
we will just love to love enjoy every minute of it no regrets just memories forget the rejection the anger the hate, the red door marked do not enter but is always open- let's lock it together wear the key around your neck hitch the fear stone across a pond watch every ring break away… Continue reading back to basic
something new
i don't want to forgetanything-this year has been a simulationto testeverything;to evaluate what it meansto livethat's why you can't see the scarsthey aren't real.you want to believe it wasjust to feel the fire of life
another great day
today beat the shit out of me same time tomorrow same time tomorrow, battered bones mixed into shit pie served all week
Saint's Muse 