I don’t know if I’m a fraud, unlucky, lucky talented or just stupid-smart; however I can’t do anything else.

We wish we could walk with werewolves
Yet we drain our blood every day.
My heart is on the floor in a heap
My stomach is only too weak.
Scoop up my remains
And feed me to the world.

A bottle half empty is full of lies
A bottle half full is full of promise
A glass half empty is sad
A glass half full is sad because it promises lies.

Why when we work
Worlds waste while we want
When will we weave what we want when we were.

I work, I die
I love, I die
I Want and I need
We all Die
I fuck and I live
I run and I live
I want to live and die

The World that I love
It’s shaped like circle
It rolls on and keeps moving
You could stop it
For awhile
But eventually
It will take you under….and you’ll join the circle.

I am a mere ice cube waiting to melt next to your un-wanting lips
I am a sip that quenches no thirst, but has sadly made you yearn for more.
I am the sand, after the oasis.