February 2011
January 2011
The redness of his face permits The truth his words won’t dare admit, His sunken eyes are hid behind a darken lens Broken doors and thoughtless words, The tyre tracks on her dead lawn Feeble threats and loveless debts Prove nothing when she still steals your breath She stands tall with strength not height You can see the fists inside her eyes Now its time for her revenge Delivered acid...
“Visually you’re stimulating to my eyes
Your Cinderella syndrome’s...”
“let the rain fall and i will fall with it.”
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“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– on the road.
