heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out
-s’s.
belittled by war
where it comes behind
it will surely go
-s’s.
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
-s's.
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
eyes are getting to you,
you tell yourself that
it gets too lonely and you
don't know who to ask
all by yourself,
only looking down at this
winding staircase
walking up the grandeur of each day
-s’s.
the strings start tuning. the
notes dance in disarray until
they find their rhythm, and i
raise my hands to direct the
stars that blink in unison.
~K.T.
don't be damned
dry your life of an eye
with its turquoise shoreline
A small world in envelope
with enamored stars and newfound hope
don't be damned,
there is nothing else you need to know
-s's.
With a psychedelic twang and orange glaze
luxury gold spraying through the years
discovered you like you were never really real
and learned the great ensembles of the past
A grand and tragic rampant pursuit of passion
-s’s.
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.