I dream of airplanes crashing. Solemn beginnings daily. Everyday I grow old. And am born again. Bath in light that starts to darken when I emerge. I dream of airplanes crashing.
There's a room inside my finger. Where ghosts of authors linger. There's a little man that whispers. In a radio transmitter. There's a lady on a spider.
blue water. runs deep. blue water. brings sleep. . in the valley. sleep comes easy. in the valley. there is no fear of sharks. . and since the battle's end.
purse your lips until they're white. drag me kicking into night. didn't I want to be free. or do I want to be right. . only you can deprogram. only you can understand.
Take a breath. Random streaks of light prevade. The petrol perfume that I breathe. Air. . Taken at the witching hour. Missle launch and fuselage. Rivets from a row of eyes.
my life is diagonal lines. a satellite leaving earth behind. to outer space. without any tether. . I see the sun. but I'm getting frostbite. drifting past the empty vast.
We are born. from one institution. into another. falling asleep. listening to the poetry. of steel. . and we are chained. arm to arm. pulling each other down.
Your sky falls forever. A black heart endeavor. The game of laissez-faire. Aces in the air. Your eyes stare forever. In the cold dry hereafter. Hiding an affair.
If the throttle is pulled. Back to burn through the fuel. And the mix is just right. But the speed is too cruel. Then even the strongest. Will slowly burn into ashes.
Tiny speakers are mounted into the ceiling. Barely visible next to the grey-white tiles. Dripping wet with the syrup sweet production. Hollow words for the empty in steaming piles.
One more white the other dressed in red. One invincible and the other fell down and bled. One to touch your face the other to wipe the sweat. One to know your name and the other not just yet.
Breathe the air. Eye the eye. Reach out and grab the hand that beckons. The Great Divide. Is in our minds. You'll see some things are bound to happen.
Yesterday while walking,. Beneath an overpass,. I saw the figure of Jesus,. Standing barefoot on broken glass.. His beard was graying,. The smell of urine filled the air,.
One time for me. Is too late for you. Their plastic gaze. Would melt for you. My passive face. Keeps me away. Cold, stark, and pale. Our sobriquet. . Sending a wire transmission.
No one told me it was going to rain today,. I turn my face down from the sky,. Something broke inside my heart today,. Christmas presents on the day she died..
Awake, dreaming, solemn revery. Too lost secret, linkin' a broken chain. Eyes are open, only they don't see. Color, shape, and terminal velocity. . Run away when I feel danger.
Behind what I know and see. A darkness that will spy on me. Eclipsed in this trajectory. A cancer that is eating me. . Destroy, divide the dark inside.
I've spent my whole life surrounded. And I've spent my whole life alone. I wonder why I never wonder why. The easiest things are so hard. . I just want, I just want love.
Every time you come around. There's a bouquet for me. A corsage of promises and I am pinned. Like a butterfly on a card, I'm naked and I'm scarred. And you're so perfect to me.
it's a story about. a street named "Decision". lays open the skin. with its painful incision. . erasure. it's time to rest. erase your. complicated mess.