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.
Indecision marathons, Have too many tracks To run.

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

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

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

Judgement at who you, Cannot accept Is who that you are, Which you will not Admit.

Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?

A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.