Dreams of her will not suffice
to grip her body like a vice...

Birth of a flower, when living seemed so sour...
Swift as a knifewound your eyes open to greet me...

Cage of glass, delusions of a purposeless...
Clouding your consciousness each sip of whiskey...

Suspended admission in perpetual desire
Tomorrow's malnourished design forever unwinds...

Colombian devotion
Her brown fertile eyes...

A putrid moon separates the skies like a rotten...
Exiled from a lonely hole in the ground...

The tides wash ashore, salt in the air, to live in...
Destitute for depression, this inaudible...

One thousand melodies in tune,
the guitar stings emit my tears tonight...

I miss the way you smiled at me when I listened to...
I miss the smell of your hair...

I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...

Trees are breathing with the life you lost, so...
Empty pill boxes, burnt cigarettes. No hope, no...

She's immersed in the intricacies of the sky,
I'm only interested in the shine in her eyes...