
There are two types of junkies seeking a high The 2am junkies looking for the next…

bruise in anger no pleasure in pain bruise in lust no pain in pleasure

lost words frozen in time damp sidewalks forgotten hearts broken dreams washing away rainy days a…

there’s a certain sadness to the junkies and hookers on a Monday night a forbidden sorrow…

Rain rain Sing me to sleep Comfort me in my dreams Rain rain Wash away The…

2 am, the dandelion is still. Quiet whispers becoming nil. 2 am, when drunks…

rising tide waning moon falling tide waxing moon ebbs and flows my vibrational energy grows amplified…

the space between living and dying is it painted in rainbows filled with untaken breaths is…

the moment I disappear no one will be aware the silence will not echo the walls…

disillusioned broken shattered into pieces bleeding eviscerated mind is a cyclone of thoughts lashing out shredding…

a sign a signal a hope a something does it come from within does it come…

falling rain cold dead skin healing pain deep within lifeless breath filling lungs no emotional depth…

words cut through skin bleeding deep from within never chosen never the one drag the blade…

laughter outside my window tink, glass against glass music fills the air not a thought not…

forgotten flowers wilting yellow fades color of friends not the color of love melting away in…

in front of a large crowd i tremble in fear in front of a large crowd…