I'm Sorry

It was midnight and I was taking a stroll At the end of the dark street the pale moon hangs above like reflection of her soul I saw with my eyes her shadow i'll be with soon

Point of No Return

Close your eyes Close your heart Fight the lust, fight the urge to speak For now words are allowed tonight Pale faces, silent souls, crashed hearts Let them be summoned and free me

Evening filled with Regret

empty streets, empty soul, empty heart... Night drips on, closing the skies into darkness Clash of hopelessness and lowliness thrusts its jealous sword through me...she was gone...

I'll think I'll call it 'Appetite'

So it's just history and me. Guy Clarke, Prefab Sprout. Silk Cut. The rain scratching windows, of a Friday night. I could pick up the phone. Talk to a friend. In LA. CA. Basildon.
Cherry

6d Dreadfuls (Edit)

things change... and sometimes for the better

In the Ganges

In the Ganges there's a bud

The Year of the Golden Pig 6

Bored with this yet? Then say so.

Drunk With Hysteria

Your love seems my tragic and treacherous victory Shivering scents seeps through your flower mouth Am I wrong to feel concern and sympathy? Broken memory of mine

Drunk With Hysteria

Your love seems my tragic and treacherous victory Shivering scents seeps through your flower mouth Am I wrong to feel concern and sympathy? Broken memory of mine

Simon and Samantha

Watch me shiver Around your cold hands A dash of poison Sends our souls to sleep Do you remember Our love to the moon? I beg you, don't leave me Alone in my balcony Lost is my life

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