slumbering in the fires

ah, to move with gentle agility through the night... instead a clumsy staggering racket devoid of grace i turn my head, so the ...

the impermanence of this notion that this is us standing at the edge of the tar pits. our future now a bubbling blackness. the sten...

the braying of great beasts trundling through the opaque mists of their nefarious sorrows their legs giving out their souls cracking ...

i have a jealous green heart blackened with smoke and soot and cliche splashing through sentimentality like a drowning idiot

the switch blades quick as lightning enter at the base of the skull where that flesh is tender, soft. into where everything is white...

into the blinding light i go dancing with falling leaves there is no comfort in this repose there is no reverence, no solace fo...

out from the haze of the blotted sun, our transgressors anointed in acids, lay waste to all our lands our blood running cold and thin...

witness the conflagrations of these, the last days when fire came from the sky and the ash looked like the first snow of our last winte...

the days grind to dust. our sorrow swells the clouds. we have nothing to ask of you any longer. this is now our deepest riv...

in this, the penumbra of depression emblazoned across falling skies the soul liquifies, and its slow turn to acidity corrodes mot...

from beneath mountains they attack, my mind like a burning brick, incomprehensible, bewildered, and dead. as the pale light glint...

to murder this night i must glide in as an assassin mute, taciturn as if on a whispered raven's wing with a thin guitar string w...

i get in my way often with these hands i used to make things now i break them crush every little thing, every little bone the bl...

this better be good. a thought slithers down the spine gliding on venom. and once again. bitten by that snake of ambition, the heart...

i feel as a peddler on the street, a street peddling his flimsy and shabby concoctions of doom and grime come and get it get it ...

he stood there dreaming of greener grasses the potentiation for a collapse grew larger, stronger. he watched all that green fade,...

it is cold and silent a grey wind moans through the loose window when it gets just like this i feel the world has stopped and no...

fingers, twisted as the aimless souls on these streets. frost bitten with winter's duty and this job, nothing always changes...

everything tightens around my spine with a foul taste nothing stands as decent or good i'm watching the hours thin and tu...

memory is the undying companion of grief pumping through the night even the air is wearing scant decades later you'll love th...