Mr. Trenchcoat

Hey mister trenchcoat. what gray weather were having. Hey mister sad thought. I sometimes wonder were youre going. . Hey mister trenchcoat. what illusions do you carry.

Mother Cocoon

Nestled up inside. chrysalis is warm. Feeding in my hive, soon I will be gone. . But, years have gone by. and the walls are still to strong. Embraced in claustrophobic care.

Mooncycle

one two three four five six seven eight. don't you know it's all to, all to late. nine ten, lion's den, sell the hide, suicide. come with me, you will see.

Mistaken Identity

Son, it's never as it seems. the flowing of the silver streams. Where people laugh and smile and say. no day is as beautiful as today. . I wear the mask of perfection.

Mentally Deranged

There's that something in your eyes again. I can't get you to speak. I try to catch your gaze. Are you watching someone else?. . I try to hold you up, but you go limp.

Layer One

Karma Violins

Sunken are the eyes of my creation. into a glass containing smelly puss. Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt. It went away too soon. . He was your son, I was your daughter.

Inside The Violence

Once forever. in without. Flow the magma. from the sun. . Solitaire I am within. I'm forever only. but I want to fade away. Never could I be as lonely.

Hurt Me!

Your liquid eyes. where reason dies. are pulling me. into the sea. . Your passion for. what you adore. will be my guide. to suicide. . When you clench your fist.

Holy Summer

Would you like to be. on the moon with a spoon?. I don't care how. I just want you to tell me something new and terrible. . Isn't he beautiful. . You can drive me in your car.

Fading

[pt. 1 symbiosive]. . What is one without the other?. nigh5t to feed the light of day. Like a child deprived of mother. ears to hear and tongue to say.

Exit Mould

Once again surrounded by moving walls. vacating the innermost of human halls. Searching, I'm heading for the light. Walking closer without fright. . Whats that?.

Butterfly Clan

When we were young and regarded the world with hope. we came to feel pretty soon the burning of the rope. The cosmos grew far too vast, our faces turned to stone.

Bedlam Friends

I'm clinging to the red drapes. while listening to eaten tapes. The footsteps booming in my ear. every second a hundred years. . The walls are tall and white.

Becoming One

Patterns lull me in to sleep. still I can not reach your keep. My ship lies still upon the sea. and yet no harbour can I see. . Sunsweet voices call my name.

Asylum Pyre

Conscience has me easily disturbed. the moving things around me makes me weep. Why can't they stop so I can see them properly?. It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze.

Anonymous Caesar

[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen]. . Swipe the jelly glass clean. I thougt I might let it all blow over. We can talk about anything else. I assume the matter is too delicate.

A Second Opinion

Her eyes were red, here dress was torn. the wind blew on the hilltop. She raised her head an wached with scorn. the sky and felt her heart stop. For though it was a pretty sight.

A Perspective On Certain Matters According To X

Mr. man on the moon. do you own a fishing pole. I would surely take your bait. into my mouth. . and feel you tugging at me. just maybe I would try to escape or tease you for a while.

Disce Pati

Enter where you can't feel. Can't sleep can't kill or steal. Much time to think and find. Settle in with your own kind. . Its not me........ Can't you see.....