Scribbles

Poetry/lyrics/what have you


You stand statuesque in heels in the warm pools of regret where escape is a term of the Gods. And if your red dress slipped to the ground they'd all know what was up. Inside next to the graceful lines of beauty and youth where conscious is for the future and experience the past. Reason is the way to walk on air where logic causes rain clouds and misery makes the stems of flowers break in to symphony.

When I tore the tears from fires all around the world you said I was a fool but I felt justified in excess. In excess of questionable art and poetry where doubt is the very cross in front of which I bow repeatedly.


Blergh. Crap.