Art Aspiring Heart

Incise the cries of lieson the sides of my heart.If I’m the object of youraffections means I’m art. I was ugly damn scaredin a vicious cycle of pain.I was an empty vesselno joy could I contain. Then your cries reachedmy torture and I felldeep in passions griptearing me from hell. Desperate for fancy,more for a…

Pulse

All the eyes that I entertain,everyday dressed poor weak,I take in droves not vainso be careful don’t speak. I cling on the verge of sanityand the future I do not know.I will speak no wise words,and in this state I won’t grow. I care even as I try to numbfeelings, emotions and flaws.Nothing gracious comes…

Sins Of The Son

Crisp down to the core,follow close to want moreof the drugs feel a roarof smoke choke to the floor. For the sting it brings sitlike a choir as a preacher quipsabout the lies told so bold slipdo all the heavy burdens grips. Sing in unison praise love rumas we sing drink fine wine for fun.Praise…