The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.


The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.

Entwined in finer cacophony, There in the moving dirt Is a gravity That summons, Us back to grow In the […]

All the years that you have given me, And I will miss the most The years that will not happen, […]

A conversation among, The rain Is all it takes To love the pain.

I could not Take Myself Anymore So I took Me And lost My mine Once more.

How big can The darkness Inside grow Before it is all I’ll ever know.

Is there an inhale, Of a nerve That can conjure, Me anew My memory?
Indecision marathons, Have too many tracks To run.

The reaching hand, Has resurrected Shadow’s ink, To write a man Into disruption’s Think.