...Might Sink Ships

Your Dreams Don't Mean A Thing

She Died Real Pretty - Requested Anathesthia

we met at a place we both hate

Streams of salt fall on your peppered cheeks 
You let them run down season deeply 
Till I leave my finger print 
Our skulls pressed tightly so we hear the memory 
Of all that’s left of all the things we never were 

Sitting shaking cold and confused If it’s mending hoping there’s something after the ending If it’s lending a hand or defending myself against the way I've been 
Sitting shaking cold and confused If it’s mending hoping there’s something after the ending If it’s lending a hand or pretending I don’t care that my words make the 

Streams
Of salt
Fall from 
Your cheeks 
Don't
Say
That you 
Can't stay

Streams of salt fall on your peppered cheeks 
You let them run down season deeply 
Till I leave my finger print 
Our skulls pressed tightly so we hear the memory 
Of all that’s left of al the things we never where

sometimes words are hard by novely

How’s Life In Oaxaca

CATALYST - Are You Here with Me?

the i see fire in her eyes one

pave tomorow, burn today

Nothing2Show

Find my thoughts on pavements home. I'm still scared of things, maybe it's not the dark; sometimes it's the days and the minutes spent on my fingers counting the things I could have done to make the change. I like to believe I'm strange wading through this place. I'm every other face, I am the same. I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever met.

algae bloom- I'm Not Strange

I Have Dreams - Countless Rooftops

the i see fire in her eyes one

herlovebeheadsdaisies