At the joints of rigor, Is a momentary figure Fleeting as is meeting still, The augmentation Of sensations fill.


At the joints of rigor, Is a momentary figure Fleeting as is meeting still, The augmentation Of sensations fill.

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?

My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.

North of tomorrow, And south of the past My eyes are as open, As they are When I saw You […]

Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.

An agreement of A meeting for Will cut the Every bond To build its wall Without a door And open […]

You need to go, And so will I.

On the lark to salvation, Reaches for the line Of lowered administration, Of admonition and surrender To a furor for […]