Misery has become my master,
Putting my heart on a collar...
I come home from school
And my parents are yelling...
We are feathers in the wind,
we are feathers who have sinned...
The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...
She was pushed
She fell...
A strange little room in the middle of a house
Little machines move within without a sound...
Words languished in my mind
have stopped the beating of my heart...
You tell me it's fine
it's fun...
Opiate artist energy
Welcome to the cyclone prison...
Ivory goddess lay rigid, amongst a trail of...
pale, limp, fingers gripping a narcissus bulb...
He could slip a knife in a conversation
Slicker than the last supper...
Who knew I would ever feel this again?
What happened to happiness and my new best friend...