I'm trying new style out. It's a lot more simple...
They walk. There, over there...
Her smile twisted my meloncholy root into a young...
The taxi, dripping with the escape of lust, drives...
People dancing through the greyed, foggy streets...
"God be with them."...
Wet, helpless love soars beneath the thick smog,
Crying out for truth, yet understanding the agony...
Do I take the dirt road with an obscure ending
Or do I take the familiar paved road: one holding...
Pull the trigger and walk away
Wash the jealousy deep in the drippings...
Watching lives flourish outside a silent, foolish...
Haunted by the beauty, stricken with the gain of...
Winter cringes to the souind of rotting admiration
As the breeze of your wind fails to quench...
Past broken by the present as if it were an...
A stream of relief falls from an open wound...
Canada, my chest burns with the bouquet of cheap...
It tingles up my arcane nakedness and beats itself...