"Colder" - Throwing Muses
They took a picture...And from this cold lightening living..Me through..so I feel like an alarm clock..
Fire came from my mouth...Is pushing me around..I am not loving...I am losing my friends and my young dreams..
That was vicious air spilled in my face out of love and out of life.
Untitled - March 6th 1994
Perfections were as sweet as my never ceasing pain. Wrapped by pleasures that have never come, my love is not bound so tightly.
Letting the old loves yeild in meadows of my vanity. I have not yet been able to challange my pained past. Like clear springs renewed through roses and diamond dreams, my vulnrability will allow my heart to be scorned once again.
Silent memories devoured by those who contribute to my saddness, feed off my virtues.
To this, I am closed off by the rest of the world, and vow not to frail my sculptured soul.
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Untitled - October 20th 1995
Whispering reminiscent voices, empty and exhausted, I surrender.
Waiting for rain
I go insane
Revived for a moment, draped by deliberate tenderness
I soon discover
I have no lover
Peirced apology, my touch refined, burning a beautiful flame
Veiling what is fabulous, the vision is only ominous.
Virtuous desires, inflamed by madness, axes my modesty.
Blinded by the kiss
Feirce passion I will miss
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