I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
Staring at that canvas
Nothing falls into the groove...
Ask me to be silent
and I will...
Drinking alone on a Friday night
Running on empty in this endless plight...
Deadly words from poisonous tongues
Eat at even the purest of souls...
We start out as a tiny bean
A little gift from a heaven...
Our hearts yearn for you
My soul is crying out...
If we are made in his image
Why is it we're all flawed...
I,
would love to smell...
Hell exists, though you don't see
it in a book or on tv...
I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...
Waterfalls gushing
sounds relaxing, except when...