"Can we get back to the time when everything was simple then? "The truth is..." she said. "I thought we'd won." Each night we lay in desperation. Always think of the right words when our conversation is through. Your words on that day, I remember them so well. Don't say it if it isn't worth it. The needle hasn't reached the forties since you've stopped coming 'round. I feel sick and I don't feel anything. The bottom is the best company I've found. Steady hands. Can you remember losing out but who has won? A two-year winter and moving on. Since you stopped coming 'round. Can we get back to the time when everything was simple then? Can we get back to the time? "The truth is..." she said...."
|Brand New Opposites|
"When the ink is dry
or at your death-bed
you can damn your poison words
It seems you have run out of regard..."
"Remember our worlds much younger
focused on the goal and not the risks
More years go by and the less we notice
living in fear of any consequence..."
|Confessions Of A Lesser Known Saint|
"Down the path of resistance
I find myself stumbling
Through my wants and my failures
Weaker than the thrill..."
|Dredge This Wound|
"I've been down, helpless, still
I come here once again
extinction of what used to be..."