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
The Longer Now
Tantrum
The Longer Now
Comedy Of Christ
Comedy Of Christ
Life In a Box
We Left As Skeletons
Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
Goodbye, Face
The Hollowed Out Chest Of a Dead Horse
My Application To Heaven
A Sonnet Both Ugly And Murderous
Virginia
My Application To Heaven
The Hollowed Out Chest Of a Dead Horse
A Sonnet Both Ugly And Murderous
Virginia