The ghost that shoots me up holds me like a fairytale. He paid off my patron saint and my heart tipped the scale. This is not a confession about dope or living unwell. It's playing a nightmare on repeat while praying to paradise in a gypsy hotel. These hallways are always changing. Some men hangin...Read more

Hey there you’re that weasel hanging around Saint Peter’s Gate. You sell your friends into moral servitude and say it’s grace. Then you pray with their enemies and prostitute their faith. A king’s kiss-ass court jester, making funny faces, pretending you can get by with make-believe until the mirr...Read more

The version of me that I play for you is a lie. I cannot tell where my dreams die, or where life decides to untap my phone line. I wish it was all so heavy as it was when I was young, pouring my desolation in songs sweetly sung. A boy with a goal to pull the pain from a woman speaking to him from a ...Read more

God could come bursting in on some lazy afternoon and shove the sun down your throat. Give you the hallelujah and words to be spoken to tangle and provoke. Then we'd all sail our silver ships around your illuminated face. Suspended in orbit we would float. It would be dreamy for a while but in the f...Read more

Some can be brave even though they're dying. They speak honestly to their God and leave a little bit of their souls in everyone they love. This figure does not trail the paths accompanied by light, but waits in the dark to lead those who wander. When you or I forget that life has been made by the wi...Read more

One day, I won't be able to write. I'll have no one around who remembers me before my mind goes home. I will be completely alone. I know I will be afraid, and I wish that those around me wouldn't lock me away. A wolf that becomes vulnerable gets slaughtered. Maybe that is okay because I can't think ...Read more

I don't want to change anymore. I've got no momentum left. My body trembles at your door and I am a stranger to your orphan and it feels like theft. I thank you for helping me move from lying low, but I have a heart to answer to now. We had taken it all the way but it moved under the midnight moon, ...Read more

Should you ever suggest you knew me well, please recite the bargain I made with God on an unmade bed in some ghostly hotel, in the time before the clash of heaven and hell. It was there that the chants shook my head till my eyeballs fell out. The room was filled with paranoid scouts on the scent of...Read more

I’m always looking for a ghost a lost remnant, wild without God, with hands cold as steel but forever unshaken in idleness. The perfect severance, chained by malevolence but free from man’s inheritance. My cold, foolish heart doesn’t remember life without killing. My eyes saw once, but now see no ...Read more

You drove a nightmare straight into my dream. You took the pretty things and left me to crucify my being. I collided with my sun and moon till God spat me out. I rolled from His heart, out of His mouth, landing in the morgue of the wicked, where even the demons demand fair pay and picket. I am no l...Read more

I’d wish to be the bastard who left the needle in too long. The one who sleeps with demons, butchering a love song. I could swim forever and not die. Creative even when the clockmaker says goodbye. I’ll never create the world that I wished for. The more I dream, the lies repeat. Lonesome should not...Read more

It was okay for a while. Life and death didn’t feel so cruel, and I stopped counting the miles. I remembered love within a smile, walked with my sin down a pink-flowered aisle. Then grey clouds swarmed in and swallowed my sunshine— not because I deserved it, but because water must remain water and ...Read more

May the treaty be signed. No more love between you and I. Every line I ever wrote and signed was better said by a clever liar. I wanted to maintain the act played out on stage, while you just wanted to bow and be set afire. I am ready for the gunfire choir. I made your desire into a ghost waving a...Read more

I felt your love even when my sword got too heavy to keep the wolves away. You kept me in frame when I failed to bloom, strung out stoned on some boring afternoon. I thought I could go to heaven by holding a big red balloon. It was too soon and your love was heavy enough to keep me planted. I lov...Read more

Hunt me down, cast me out. Sink your teeth till it cracks bone. Give ’em that worthwhile shock to talk about— the comedic television show, just a punchline that pushes the dagger into my side. Fuck this lifeline. Drift to space, ’cause I met an angel with a gypsy soul, spreading her wings, giving w...Read more