You, my friend,
Deserve things like spring as reference to your majesty.
But nothing draws conclusion in the bones of your face
When you've dismissed a kiss right off the lips
And straight into the gutter of my life.
Here,
Where my body was left empty and tormented for years,
Caked by the loose skins of an oversized heart,
Finally worn too thin.
Tantrum
Tantrum
Life In a Box
Tantrum
Sounds Of Gravesites
Tantrum
Goodbye, Face
Goodbye, Face
More Complicated Than a Sci-fi Flic
More Complicated Than a Sci-fi Flic
Comedy Of Christ
Ballad Of Circling Voltures
Ballad Of Circling Voltures
Comedy Of Christ
My Application To Heaven
We Left As Skeletons
A Sonnet Both Ugly And Murderous
Skinpack
Skinpack
The Lonely Waltz Of Leonard Cohen