Lost in the woods with nowhere to go
Left on my own with thoughts that I know...
like a kite...
I'm not flattered by alluring words
Or deceived by generous moves...
Mourning the death of spiders
In a mausoleum made of maggots...
We're so lucky to be loved
With Christmas almost here...
Deep-rooted
Existence...
There's day's when I realise
How much help I really need...
I've fought and I've clawed,
and I've tried for so long...
I see a problem with your assembly line
You need to comeback for a baseline...
That sense of discomfort
unspoken words I burried them...
September slowly bleeds into the ocean of silent...
Sometimes I wake with a heart ache..
My relation with life is like that of a wrist and...