Pheonix is the dream I live

I have died a few times.
none romantic pure tragedy
Glad I is dead though
Romeo and Juliet were fools
honest, but fools none the less
Scalding love, comfortable steam
to think, to act, to soar, to die. cute.
the path of iris move to it
ghosts point the way those they have carried
a path is the heart's purpose for the soul
blinded by pain, sadness, and control
no longer I soar
lift me lift we are gone
within be we live

Cryptic is tiresome


My Father died and since then

Since then and then

drugs again but only for my whore

inside she begs for more

wandering amongst the shadows

reflection tall and narrow

My slim good body

you were me the whole time I was fucking you

I love me self don't need that now

I forgot my life last December

paralized I only wanted to ride

dying and dying while living.

I run out my bed and into the void

yahn.

passengerseat talk

Im a driver

I am waking up

I will meet you later father.