From where he stood,
six feet above the ground...
You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way...
When we met we were silent
- a glance...
My thoughts of you are consistent with beautiful...
A complex symphony so easy to understand, *it...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...
Darkness consumes me
As I continue to fall...
I like the strange silence
that engulfs you in the middle of the night...
Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...
My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a...
A war
Forms in the space...