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hypocrite in love pt.2 on rainy days, chains rust and fire is put out.
Posted May 10 | Leave a Comment
young woman, i fear i'm a prisoner here; but shackeled only by time so with each shed tear, "you'll heal in a few years": a friends words are false but kind. i hope you burn, my love. i hope you miss me to the grave but the pondered thought will cause my body to rot in a pit of things i once called brave. courage and foolish things as such, no one could ever save. such things as that, empty look of want you had were drops of poison to force my gad upon my heart and to this day i love you but… read more
hypocrite in love pt.3 a young mans friends are gone forever, what will become of him?
Posted May 10 | Leave a Comment
the intelligent and young die. leaving the friends that didn't know them well enough to weep all good things leave but i'm here, trying to sleep my my way through it all troubles are endless and i can't do anything to prevent them my thoughts run to dark places where are all the things that helped me to relent against them my love is gone, my pain grows, my deathis far off, but suffering draws close, their is nothing new, there is no release, there is what my friends found: selfsacrifice fo… read more
hypocrite in love pt.1: like the fingertips of a guitarist, ones heart will grow deadend to loves pain
Posted May 9 | Leave a Comment
forbidden from you: my desire/my death and with every deadend glance we exchange i see the cold cloud of our breath how long must i suffer this numbing distraction my art hurts me more because of your "logic" reaction forget the politics and the rhetorical formality stop our glazed sight from stabbing eachother with every imposible fantasy "what is my motive?" forget questions! forget names! just touch. just listen. just put honor to shame. my calused fingertips have only played for you but… read more
