i just ate; fulfilled to the max counting our stacks war with our axes rewriting all our exes; i just ate, now i'm full
Tag: Writer
ufos are real
i've seen them every time you come around
monkey
did you hear that? "nope" enjoy the silence brought to you by positive energy-
be you;
you said you said you see yourself in me no baby no you're better you're you
first & last shot in the chamber
no games just tell me you're ready; i think this was the plan since we met but we didn't listen- so after you see this; know my mind has been stuck my soul wanders a string of second & third hands waiting for yours; no games just tell me
mirror
she said when you look deep she sees nothing "beware the mirror" it's just the beginning to busy fittin' in- an missin' what was really meant for you spinnin' in a stew of yesterday. look into the mirror you're biggest admirer
remember her in the yellow dress
he stares -obviously he remembers when their eyes met a latte ago
high noon
i choose not to shoot- to wait; but everything everything is telling me to let rounds fly;
air sign energy
it was a ` spacial ` experience
hanged man
it's time to recover you can remain pressed that never pressed me they all see you runnin' like time is runnin' low time for some class bell rang, late for class- it's over.
Saint's Muse 