I'm Alright

Oh my God in blood soaked silhouette. Oh my God on the end of a bayonet. Oh my God put wings on the rhetoric. Oh my God, I'm alright. . No pity, salvation or need.

I Believe

I Give In

I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality. Fabricating pertinent dinner conversation. Fascinating breath pressing drawls. Asking myself why. . Unbelievable, isn't it? The way we twist the words around.

Intervention

Why do you. Drive me crazy. This disturbing. Cemitary. Where you had. To go unbury. You brought it up. So listen carfully. . Prick the needle and. Let the ink in.