Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Nights can be so violent when beds become vacant.
So now I've blown it once again,
this would have been the last offense and
You should have been here months ago with open arms and honest face.
Address full doubt you've ever felt frustration? Well I'm choking on it now.
And it's the hardest thing for me to shake.
Is it because of this vacancy that you swear never to believe?
Honestly honest me, with a look that's so deceiving.
I'll bite, chew, swallow, and digest the hands that feed me.
With a bayonet for a tongue,
Swallow swords inadvertently,
And to the organ flame I'll maintain a close adjacency.
I have so many themes; I would love to explain to you...
Farewell to all the days you were, within my reach,
and as of right now everything is making perfect sense.