Do you wonder if it’s painful
For a dream to fade away?
You were standing here
So beautiful
I think you were about to say
I love you.
I love you.
And then you were gone to me. Continue reading
Do you wonder if it’s painful
For a dream to fade away?
You were standing here
So beautiful
I think you were about to say
I love you.
I love you.
And then you were gone to me. Continue reading
I hear her step
Through the darkened hallways
Where only stains of faces
Still remain.
All these portraits
Are now just mirrors
Into her cobwebbed dreams
Of névé. Continue reading
A wondrous world of simple design
With trees that gently sway in time
To the sounds of rain falling from the sky,
A place that could only live inside the mind.
Leaves bright emerald over bark of gold,
A Continue reading
Sulfate, We just can’t stand to be alive.
Sulfate, We love your anguish.
Sulfate, We devour our own lives.
Sulfate, Because it never really mattered.
I’m trapped, distracted.
Broken down, lost Continue reading
What makes you think that we will be ok?
Every moment of despair is just perpetual decay.
You can scream you words, even write your lies,
Buy some therapy to fill up that simpleton stye.
The world Continue reading
We’re waiting here
In need of some
Brazen self destruction
All the answers
Just aren’t good enough
Our souls became distractions.
As we line our beds
With ornaments
Cause we find our hearts are Continue reading
In the end
You’ll be here once again.
Where were you
When war stretched ‘cross the land.
It’s our blood
That’s paved across the sand.
It’s our souls
That hold the scars and dead.
You’ve Continue reading
There’s a story writ by angels
That ne’er included me.
The children’s spoken gospel.
A carving in a tree.
You repeat it when you whisper.
You can feel it when you breathe.
It harkens to the best Continue reading
I’m a slaughter house freakshow
In a martyr’s masquerade.
I got another reason to believe
But is that really what I want or what I need?
Am I a butcher
Cutting lives for me to feed
Or just another Continue reading
If I were
A man of faith,
Do you think
God’d know my face?
If i were
A man of stone,
Do you think
He’d let me go?
If I were
A man who ran,
Do you think
I could come again?
If I were
A man Continue reading
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