Terrace Spite

Silence of me

 Synchronized insanity

Lamp posts glare

Intellectual vomit

Lend me your heart,

fore mine is hollow as this town

tripping into articulation

concise concotions,

dolls of this valley in bathroom stalls

roses overshadow the dirt

the sun is fighting to shine one month longer

1000 days 1000 days

Animated birds flap at my own dillusions of grandeur

Smell

Taste,

The berrys,

The infused aroma of foot stomping centuries past

Burning cigarettes on my arm to prove a point

Bullshit

Full of vapid love

Landscaped time,

Breaks my soul

Sleep is what brings me almost whole

I think ill sleep next to broken glass

Cut my arms to let my heart open

Holding you in my arms

Brings your sharpness closer to my arms

Beautiful tree with thorns so thick,

Produce such unreal flowers