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There’s noise in the attic Like some kind of addict I’ve yet to move away from the phanthomatic Screams of panic Like Johnny before me The world though the eyes Of a home of crazy And children despised Yet the… Continue Reading →

Idle and burnt

Idle, I cannot move Choked by the weight on my lungs Watching as I unshackle my feet There world is burning I cannot get off Idle, I cannot move I cannot feel their warmth I want to cut my skin… Continue Reading →


I dreamt last night of a boy Holding hands with the sun Smiling through the clouds Hoping for a chance to show his true colors As he ran towards the light Hoping to be cradled by protective hands He was… Continue Reading →


All fears gone and a new sun is born Mended my pieces and faith untorn The magic lies inside those eyes The turbulence is left outside the blinds Explosions and lights surround our nights As kisses perfection before my sight… Continue Reading →

Miss You

An empty sight for sore eyes Lonely night silent sighs Portraits of perfection Images of affection Mourning temporary Faded smile junky Still I dream Come to me Miss you


Light comes upon darkness As windows shift to sand Face off arrives in strangeness Secret drawings of your hand Open balm to flames too high Burn down the rivers Images arrive sweeping sighs Key to the door of treasures Mixed… Continue Reading →

Face Off

Oblivious eyes Opened to find What is not mine What made me blind The wish to see What once could be Great and untouched Unharmed and free Fight the fear Face to face Fade to hear Needless pace Minds flash… Continue Reading →


Purge the empty soul With the words of treason Tyrannic lies to build a world Replace a world a reason Gather a crowd of open air Let the fish breathe Pull the hook further in Show the prize from the… Continue Reading →


Terrorized insides over unluckyness Leave this world abide head’s compressed Cold feet and iced veins are a burden to keep When irony of what I thought could never be For what this world creates is not that fond Of everything… Continue Reading →


Secret cushion of time and imagery Where perfection overshadows misery Through all the years and ennui Goldfishes on a table of empathy Age of thunder double blade Cut life in only half a wake Blindingly passing woods of uncertainty Home… Continue Reading →

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