Demon eyes
drenched in lies...
I can feel the final act coming near
That drum beating louder and louder...
The gun glimmers against the moonlight
He tries to contemplate what this life means...
Why did i wake up today
man i wish i was dead...
Warmth...
from pressed lips...
I am a child suffering,
I have a smaller brother...
I run my fingers through my hair:
Pacing up and down to collect these shuttered...
19th February, 2012.
A tribute to a dear brother and friend, Alexander...
We are memory's preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts...
I lie to myself
It's a droplet and not any more...
Gibbons grew Mr Moustache
to please his vacant friends...
I will miss you forever
And never, I say never...