no, you're not even trying
so leave what promises you sought
behind
there's nothing left there
to justify
you're the deep blue diamond sky above my head
when the world keeps spinning and I keep wishing I was dead.
-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.
whatever it is, I got to pave
many tunnels many hours
feels so sleepy, feels quite sour
I'll hand what you got in, at the
end
-s's.
descend into madness, now,
nothings going to change, but who wants to stay the same
flame, I'll feel your glow,
but you're insane
touch me, little flame
maybe I'll know
belittled by war
where it comes behind
it will surely go
-s’s.
-s's.
A single thought hangs up the grandeur of your acrylic
embraced in my mind’s floral wallpaper and scenic -s’s.
life, a big black hole
got me leaning in, in some way
I don’t recall anyone on the horizon
I’m all alone, it’s sucking me in
Sucking into the time hole, again
Nobody I know, Nobody I will
-s’s.
-s's.
for the past three days there was
no beat or no pulse
even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes
wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane
willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim