The candy apple harmony
of my daddys plucked strings...

In complete shock, i approach her in silence.
It is raining on her face...

There are bones beneath
and deep within...

Long ago when daddy
found out my lungs were...

I have seen this color blue before;
ghosts of the sea. They never failed...

I do not need this burden of
twisted unreliable tendencies...

I am the wolf
You are the sheep...

I'm fortunate,
for i have multiple ways to speak...

Dragged down
By another frown...

This world is desperate to follow in the shoes of...
But how can you follow when your soul intents to...

The words inside,
They won't come out...

A Little kid lays in bed,
With boyish thoughts...