Closer
Idle, in an unoccupied corner I feel the inaudible whispers and hear the shades of blue that cry tears of strange the unsuspecting fall of autumn has a hint of weekend and smells like a key unloccing a door or a frameless picture, collecting dust in the attic of a condemned estate I inhale closed
Beneath the Ink
my words, Instrumental my sin, Lust my demeanor, Offensive my opinion, Voiced my influence, Evocative my applause, Violent my nature, Aggressive my childhood, Numb my life, Explicit my soul, Sedated my touch, Stimulating my sanity, Absent my addiction, Jade my point, Abstract my personality, Despised my plan, Escape my motto, Resilience my charm, Uncontrollable
The Path Unwinding
at the beginning there is a fork in the ground, followed by a dirt path that washes away everytime it rains. The land marks remain the same but the locations have changed drastically from memory. The streets lights no longer light the way and are replaced with bread crumbs. Temporary are the bread crumbs