The violence in her head..it screams,
It travels from her heart.. then seeps...
saccharine verses coats my palate;
a waxy mouthfeel that one grows...
evenings blur to nights; radio’s on,
coffee-cups tucked snugly in the...
reality offers cruel gifts,
like the truth...
… a being in direct conflict with your
own existence; to house the most...
“They smell your mouth lest you dared to tell...
In perpetuum they flip...
I am the survivor
of the ultimate attack...
When was
and where...
I’m alive like the dust on the shutters
accumulating and growing...
From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...
Am plugged into the moon
How this happened is really rather strange...
Like hammer and tongs
The ring of iron songs...