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Better A Corpse Than A Nun

Spread ourselves thin and wipe away the sweat of working though a thick skin The easiest way to dodge is to ignore Spit back and wait for more Turn the pages of history yellowed, underlined and torn No chance of tracing exactly how these terms were bor...

Consonants

Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. It's like you've run out on yourself. Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath. A broken key for a f...

Exits And Trails

Forget my name, forget my number Please pass on invitations that never should have came You're that memory I never meant to birth You're that last memory Sharp features pollute a worthy face Disgraceful disaster, miserable results disasterful for now and...

Finance Fuels The Sickness At Heart

I watch them fall just out of reach, I watch their plan get worse. I hear them slur their speech I hear them slur their speech "Pay my way, I can't survive. Pay my way, I can't exist. Pay my way, I'm tired of begging. Pay my way, I've all but unravelle...

Finger redux

Sifting through 3 years 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads" And it's much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you've forsaken its a shame isn't it The...

Fire The Foundations

Set the time when you set your sights Our only crime: finding life in complex nights Downward towards the sky, all myths will melt your wings Ways and means, regret to twist myself and make my cancer sing Obsession beats repression, I'll miss you however...

Fortune Teller

Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time of the dead. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. Fuck not lest ye be fucked. A point invariably moot...

PrepareRepare

A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one heart's final lament. Thrown off like grins known only to the dead. Plastered behind scarlet eyes, stinking of tomorrow. I say that once a letter is written- it's not so easily sent. Like trying to find...

Silence Is Failure

Phone calls lost, transmission forced, Put this down for what is failing The last will broken, the heart that's ailing - We lived as one - You left undone - I killed those days Actions misguided, never directed, The road to hell paved with good int...

Solanka

Dolls and shells, dolls and shells. Three sheets to the wind, and swollowed by fortunes twisted spells. An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer lost and wasted and spent on hallowed stifled ties. I preach to the converting with a tounge less disconcerti...

Throw Collars To The Wind

It's times like these, in the midst of sink or swim that I've enfolded. Nouns and verbs in nights I seek to forget, and looked for eyes spying on a future less grim. You don't argue with the wise, well-read or well- spoken. Teach the younger that it's runni...