Year: 2009

SNOWFLAKES ON THE LAGERSTRASSEAN IMPOSSIBLE BEAUTY MASKING SUFFERING.IN ANOTHER TIME AND PLACETHE SNOW COVERED TREES WOULD BECKON CHILDREN.HERE THEY STAND IN FROZEN SOLITUDE.THERE ARE NO

A PRISONER ALONESTARING AT THE SUN THROUGH BLEEDING EYES.CRUCIFIED SUPERFICIALITY.SEVERED TIES WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLDCOVERING HIS FACE WITH DIRTOR IS IT THE ASHES OF THE

I BUILT MYSELF A PIRATE SHIPOUT OF FRIENDS JUST LIKE MEA MILLION HAPPY MATCHSTICK BOYSSETTING OUT ON THE SEA.WE GLIDED OUT, THE MOON SHONE DOWNTHE

I’M THE MADE OF MATCHSTICKS BOYJUST TRYING TO BE GOODIT’S DIFFICULT TO KNOW YOUR PLACEWHEN YOU ARE MADE OF WOOD.I SIT AND WATCH THE SUN

THE COLD AIR HITS MY EQUALLY COLD STAREWATCHING THE UGLY COUPLE WHO DON’T SEE ME THERE.SHE BERATES HIM FOR SOME COMMENT ABOUT SOME FORGOTTEN PIN

FRAGILITY THROUGH STERILITYDON’T COUGH ON THE BABYYOU’LL PASS ON YOUR GERMSGERMS FROM THE STREETSGERMS FROM THE FOIL.GERMS FROM YOUR COLD TARRED HEART.THE HANDS ON THE

WINDOWS ON THE WORLDEGGS BENEDICT DOWN MY SHIRTAND A SLIVER OF RED TAINTS MY STARCHED COLLAR.A MAN WITH A CRIMSON MASKWHISPERS ‘I LOVE YOU’SINTO A

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE HANKBUT NOONE WANTS TO DIE.WE ALL WANT TO BE PETER PANBUT NONE OF US CAN FLY.I WANT TO BE THE TIN

COLD BREEZE ON MY FACEI REACH OUT TO SHIELD YOU.YOU PLAYFULLY PROTESTAS I PUSH YOU INTO THE SLUSH.THE DEFINITIVE SNOW ANGEL.BACK INSIDE FREED FROM THE

TAKE THE UNCERTAINTY FROM MY HEARTI NEED TO BELIEVE IN YOUI NEED TO BELIEVE IN US.I CAN’T BREATHE WHEN IT’S NOT IN STEREOMY HAND IS