Memento

Sad old love letters
reminders of the past hopes
Of a lonely soul

Hindsight

He only spoke lies
She asked him for the truth once
A pin dropped – Silence

His Fear of the Dark
Sought Her Flame – He Closed in Tight
She Then Flickered Out

Loins on Fire
Sphincter Quivering
This is Love

Apathy My Friend
We Are Quite Indifferent
Shortest Bond Ever

Barely feel conscious
My passions passed long ago
Sleep is for the dead

Both Stranger And Muse
We Pick Each Other Apart
Secrets Pieces Truths

Trying Not To Shout
“Ready to Go?” At A Wake
To My Deaf Grandma