My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
I can walk down the street with my wings glistening in the moonlight and my skirt hiked up to Heaven I can carry a tune and write the lyrics with my eyes glazed over from the lack of empathy One hit wonder fly by night captivator feet never firmly planted on the ground Surround sound …
Death doesn't knock before entering unexpected guest comes to call whispers gentle shush soft breeze leaving just the slightest chill on the cheek incomplete bargaining back and forth ready or not sometimes maybe no undetermined peacefulness awaiting off in the distance the unknown throws lovely shadows on us all fear not what is on the …
It's just a round-about way of saying nothing with meaning ...or true intent vibrate In the distance I can hear the song There is a dullness in the roar, and when the dust is kicked up and no one settles in, bullets will be a blazing - glory It really won't matter what pocket you …
Trilby Yates 