Between the sugar and the blood,
we ended between the sheets...

Indecision haunts me; binds me to a cold, dark...
there is no way to escape its gaze...

Her lips were curved and bladed.
they were painted in the corridors...

If writing is the cheapest
form of art...

Well, you know the day ive had
those days that never seem to fade...

A spongy asphalt carpet to lie on this evening
two beer drenched receptacles of loneliness...

A snow filled plain stretches for miles in her...
desolate...

I am sitting at the station,
waiting for a southbound train...

Some cold f**king response
coming from you, of all people...

Forgive me father, for i have sinned
Ive made up my whole life...

Turn the keys & put the lights on low
i sold my ties, took a chance at running...