Release your clutches from this troubled soul
undo your grip on my heart...

*wrote this a while back after a situation that...
That heavy weight that swings on your heart...

How is it
that one small action...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
When you say goodbye...

Smile,
a simple smile...

Speed.
The one thing that cures all...

Wheels spinning,
rubber burning...

Wars are fought for it,
yet it is never gained...

The curse,
of this putrid flesh...

Here in the dark I wait,
with the eternal gloom surrounding me...

Why is it that sorry is always that hardest word...
to back down and acknowledge you were wrong...

How is it that the rush of adrenaline can be so...
How is it that the smell of rubber can be healing...