Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Should this story go lost?
Has it settled our cost?
Does feeling regret hurt?
Can we dig out this dirt?
Will you tremble again?
Do you see other men?
Have you felt this alone?
Is your heart made of stone?
Did you die out at sea?
Are you ruined like me?
Friday, May 04, 2007
Sleep dressed through this uptight overnight.
The Morning sun will thaw your dead arms.
Remember everything's been seen before in dreams.
Dark breathes prove this fear reigns all too true.
Another two faced snake in the grass.
Spin the wheel, hope not for disappointment.
Divide your time, it must to come out.
Quitting's been done to death at this point.
I'm shamed to have to pity you.
Still here for the long crawl to watch you all come apart.
Waiting in the back to put you back together again.