...About the humid weather
and the foggy mountain...
Stars collecting dust
within a dwelling full...
Crippled
by your sharp tongue...
Death of silence heavy
Eternity nears, second ticking...
I don't dream so often anymore.
If I do then I seldom remember context or details...
The best way to
Live a meaningful life...
There's a circling vulture
over this city's culture...
So beautiful the cross I bear
Within my heart, within my head...
So I like a beer
but I'm not an alcoholic...
Spark the neurons up
Inflate to fill my lungs...
I miss you like the stars miss the moon
on the darkest of the months night...
As I look in the mirror, I touch what is there,
A male in his 20's, with two tone hair...