morbid roads

"she rests her head on my pillow, and my favorite, warmest blanket about her shoulders sits, she seems impossible, unhere, was she ever gone? a ghost.  my ego dissolves, and my arms ache to reac..."

"there is a dream inside and it's a fool, but it speaks to me and it sings songs of days and nights. and i listen. in a skyline of hillrises, high above my countryside (you) reality a term we..."

"under the many waves in dreams and under hiding it sits such unusual power and yet voracious hunger it holds, as though it could eat away the world, and rightly should my own hungers..."

"lift this skirt your innocence, the world wants to see beneath. i want the world to be beneath, sweep skin upon skin in the softest, with powder, of all my loftiest dreams, for power, for sweet a..."

"the flesh-colored light of these lamps make wet and orange on the cold and gray reflections in puddles as i step lightly around, and my fingers close around the handle i'm willing to pay my voice sha..."

"Every day her hands grow softer toward me, her eyes glow blue. Her teeth spark new, brighter fires with each passing day. This building intensity must climax. There are laws here. Of physics..."