Sometimes it feels like
I'm running on a track...
Accusations
of the soul...
Come, sweet death,
into the arms of my embrace...
There are days
when I want nothing more...
Try feeling like I do, so confused about where I...
Undecided what I want, friends or love, go hand in...
A stuffy bar with women strewn
across the stools...
Confidence revealed
a Judas...
The leaves have changed their
shape now, like all things...
Undress your costumed phrases,
Slip off their lingerie...
A pendulum hums
minutes of a week's span...
I'm sorry I've been so crap, lately,
I guess I'm in that kind of phase...
Do you remember way back when?
When life was simpler and carefree...