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
Tantrum
Virginia
Tantrum
We Left As Skeletons
Virginia
Goodbye, Face
Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
Your Face Is a Rape Scene
Goodbye, Face
Comedy Of Christ
The Lonely Waltz Of Leonard Cohen
The Hollowed Out Chest Of a Dead Horse
The Lonely Waltz Of Leonard Cohen
In Love With An Apparition
My Application To Heaven
A Sonnet Both Ugly And Murderous
Comedy Of Christ
Ballad Of Circling Voltures