At times, I just want to get out of here.
This place has memories, where I sinned...

I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...

Anxiously, I sit against the
wall of a 90-year-old theatre...

Rich skittles collide,
Constructing a wide spectrum...

I take up time like it has offered me
spacious shelves to cast...

Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...

Teardrops fall quickly, ending the masquerade
Buried 'neath brandy too strong to soothe my...

Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...

As I rest my head down wearily,
And my eyelids begin to close...

Jesus knew what He had to do,
To open the gates of Heaven...

His dreams are no longer inspiring
or driving, for he doesn't have a heartbeat...

You live perpetually in virgin summers,
unaffected when my words become slurred...