Sound
Lost Then found Nothing profound Do you like that sound. A baying Hound I run And run And run some more..
Running with the wolves.
Lost Then found Nothing profound Do you like that sound. A baying Hound I run And run And run some more..
No more breaking All the love No more yelling To above You're gone I'm fine Running on this Empty line Running Running I won't stop. I'm racing my own personal Clock..
A ghost in this relationship, A hound inside this hunt, A circus trick to domineer- Another timeless stunt..
W aiting, always waiting A nd I'm watching while I wait T oo many thoughts inside me C loud yet do not sate... H e watches..
If you're not here with me, This ain't where I want to be..
I'm Miss Congeniality I'm Miss Don't-Give-A-Fuck I'm Miss Don't-Filter-Any-Day I'm Miss Don't-Got-No-Luck..
Sometimes I yell Sometimes I scream Sometimes I wake But sometimes I dream: Sometimes of nice things Sometimes if bad Sometimes of gruesome Or sometimes of sad, Sometimes of real things Sometimes...
Lying on the fireplace, Heart stopped Blood stopped Still. Sated on the red chaise long, You have had your fill.
Not sure how much I can take, When I know just what's at stake, So many decisions I could make, I hate this nightmare, want to wake..
This isn't Instagram. This ain't your twitter feed. Looking for a Facebook fix. Then this ain't what you need. Sure we like a quote or two, But millions. No thanks.
No place I'm an empty space No face I'm just a waste..
Been away, I return, See a lack of words; What spurn. Quotes and quotes and quotes some more. This world has changed, is now a chore. There is no place, For me in this, I fight it with A hiss. A hiss.
You're a drop in my veins. Addiction, at best. Not something I can get off of my chest. You're the lips on my own, The lust that you've shown- I would make you mine. But no.
You haven't got a clue. You know it to be true. Yet if you ever knew... To me, just what you do..
Some like it soft, Some like it hot, Some like it smooth, With all you've got. Another breath, A gasp for air, Pull me closer, Into your lair.
Pale skin; seductive grin. Lips so red; white teeth instead. Tooth and tongue. We are still young. The night's alive. Take this dive. Jump of that cliff. That stave; that riff.
Trail a finger down your chest, You match my move upon my breast, Lips and tongue and teeth and cries, A lulling moan of lullabies.
Yes I have a train of thought It runs a mile long I sing along with violet words To all that hear my song.
Is a heart still a heart if it's bloodless and void- Of emotion and fear and love, I avoid- Because if I would feel all those things that I loathe- That Would Be Wrong..
Green and White and Black with spite Wait until the dawn. Red and Grey but not today At least until it's morn..
Running with four legs instead of one. Running and running until kingdom come. What will you do when the running begins. Will you just run and forget all your sins?.
If I have heart, Then you don't care, Why then do you Still stop and stare. Tell it true..
Violets and rain storms, Kisses and blood, You invoke feelings, Which nobody should..
Quiet life, Without strife. Nowhere to go, Feeling alone. Staring into the coffee cup Drowning sorrows with caffeine What else is there to do?.
I am a ghost. A shadow, a ruinous shadow. I catch glimpses of light. I am transparent. I sing my mournful song, yet no one hears. I am a ghost. With a wolf by my side. I am a ghost..
Scream a little, Love a little, Live a little, Lost..
Green eyes Like the skies Blue eyes Defies Grey eyes Stormy lies Brown eyes Cries Hazel eyes Oh. Time. Flies..
You came to me with scars. Battle wounds and screams. I came to you in silence. With nothing but my dreams.
He was wearing only his tattered grey trousers when I saw him. I could smell the wolf on him. And I could see it, in the rippling planes of his chest. His pale chest.
A tear can mean a lot of things. That tiny insignificant-seeming drop of moisture. It has so much power. And yet it is so unwanted..
There's a darkness inside of me that's threatening to take control of my every mood. All-consuming, all-powerful blackness. Threatening to engulf me like a tidal wave of terror.
The pack are fast today. Possessed. They run with the wind. They race the tundra. Paw prints in snow. Howls. Yowls. Calls. We are alive today. The wolf pack is alive..