Tears on the mirror. Snort and sway into the nightTechnicolor ants.
Month: July 2011
Slow kids on push bikes,Grunting as they fall again,Tarmac claiming skin.
Judges judge the weak.Fragility laughed upon,Death – a pub topic.
Heartbreak is a fire.It can warm you through the night,Or burn you to ash.
I was hanging with my friend The BrickHe’s a bit square but okay.Sometimes we meet up in the pubAnd dream the day away.Being a stick
Future Kubricks aborted as cost cutting exercises.A thousand Deuce Bigelows, but no Clockwork Orange.The library only has fifteen titlesFourteen Holy Bibles And an inoffensive romance
Throw your diamonds upIn your twig like arms they bleed to coal.You’re looking through meTe space where my heart beatsThe veins where I mainline youLove