Red light, green light.. Blue light.. Disco. Modes refreshed we hit another bump in the bassline. Shooting up your spine, sending tingles. We got a new wave, motherload unleashed off the shoulder. Popping

Empty urns filled with stones. Death turned to rubble. It's a mortal landslide. The dropping curtain on the final bow. You have performed well. That applause is all for you. Roll over in your grave, tuck

Hands up, stand straight. Work hard and don't be late. We need to get together and syncopate. Will you go with me? I'll go with you.. If you need this, if you want me. Please want me love me need me truly.

Round the bend we go again. Princess cut from asphalt and tar. So polished. Dropping the hammer on the marble. Take a chance. Time to crack it wide open. Slice and dice. New price, got it cut down to size.

If I do not talk, people bitch and whine. If I do talk, I am disregarded and people do not pay attention. If I don't talk, then I am shutting you out and not engaging. If I do talk I'm imposing my opinion

Colors draining from a sullen sky. A muted sunset through the static. Glassy sand that shifts in droves, under the crash of unyielding seas. Sometimes I think that sea is me. Beating shorelines into submission

Wrap it up in a plastic bag it's all trash, isn't it? The hellos and goodbyes and all the droning chatter in-between. Social waste. The cheapest currency in the world. A few words. More is printed every

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Do you have the Cure for the relentless ache? Tinctures and tonics, potions royal purple. The bandages itch and burn. The spices singe the tongue. Is this Wormwood? Or Arsenic? Grab the pestle and grind

Scattered across the broken soil, I can almost see it heaving. Each breath ragged and broken, just like the stems. Fresh cuts bleeding sap, drops on the should. It looks like blood to me. Every fucking

The call of freedom in a barren wasteland. A tattered flag rolling in the wind. Fallen heroes in heaps. So brave, they gave all. Shared a million times. Hashtag Respect. While the white wash of the screens

If you think the silence is loud for you.. You should hear the deafening quiet of that breaker blown. That void in me that keeps pain at arm's reach. I hear it's call. But that is all. The vortex. The

Never enough. Those words are nothing new. It isn't for me. Surely not for you. When words cut like daggers. Into the softest bits of my soul. Darling, do you loathe me? Why do you hammer me so? I suppose

Scrying mirror in shards. Splinters under freezing palms. All in slivers. Cold blooded shivers. The philosopher's stone resting in the hearth while king Midas weeps. Promises of gold only to bring flame.

It's a strange thing to fall in love with fire. The twist and turn, flickers so nicely. So warm and bright. Jump right on in. So dangerous Only need two things for this kind of love. Fuel and a hot ember.

Black and crippled the withered heart beats. Cracking with every thump. Ash of blood and bone. Filled with poison from unknown source. Eating you alive. Don’t drink the water. Here there be munsters. Monsters

The shape of you in me cuts so deeply. Burning its way into the cut of my life. This slice eats deeper, spreading like a grin. So Very Cheshire. Howling at the moon is the only way to pay in. I got all

Dear Diary. I know we don't always have the best of times together, but I always have heart that you wouldn't hurt or try to harm me. I can trust you.. Right? We're.. friends? I hope so.. cause here goes.

Help me help you get started on the lock holding back the straps. The contents of my little glass jar will send you on a ride. Whisper slow and tell me of green and gold. While my eyes slowburn crimson,

The rising sound of notes unwrittten A melody within the mind. Tuneless masterpiece for one. A broken Maestro of shattered keys. The halls cobwebbed with memories. Waltzing shadows and whispers in the