Occham s razor

A depiction of over and under. Over and under or nothing at all. Bloody hands made clean (clean hands made bloody). Over and under and through our eyes. Restore the glory and attract with bloodshed....

The dirt in my nails leaves grains in my eyes when I rub them to keep myself from dreaming. The dirt turns to mud, my imprefections become apparent in the dark dirty lines down my cheeks. The cold...

A mirror I try so hard to break. My reflection off the eyes of all around me. How could you make me feel so ashamed of myself? These flaws I just can't wash out I scrub them raw until they bleed, to...

Let's start a plot to break all the clocks in the world. After a while, time would forget itself and we can forget that we're all waiting for something.

..And then we'll build an empire built on our good looks. We'll work for chic, For bigger. Bigger is best. Sand castles built for luxury. But we are creating self loathing, self slavery. This sugar...

I can't frequent this. Walking an edge of safe keeping. Sitting up straight never seemed so comfortable. The slouch that broke my back, it never bled like this before. Not like finally, not quite like...

I can't be the poet this time. Let the words fill your heart with cement. You keep on promising that it will be better but what the fuck do you really know? You always tear out my heart but then give...

Give us sanctuary in our dreams where red is so much redder and blue is so much colder. Kiss me once on the cheek with razor lips and watch as the blood runs down my face. The cloaks we wear are all...