Nine-eight

Big screen. Wide promises. not worth keeping. Would you even think of how I felt. . In the dark. your hand in mine. not worth the weeping. Your hand on my chest.

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?.

Universe

The book that I live in is such a masterpiece man. It doesn't mean a thing unless I make it, yeah. The text is all in code that only I understand. It's another universe.

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.

The Fog

This is the fog. It's really not so bad. Like a homeland. As if I need a home. Well I need a home. This is the fog. It's really not so bad. Like a dreamland.

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.

Straight To Goodbye

Thanks for calling Mister Michael. But he's not feeling well. His back is aching, heart is breaking. You've reached a private hell. I choose to be alone, embracing my defeat.