Scorin' at the Hash Bash
Us Survivors
Under Development
Virtual Love Affairs
Symptom Factor
Your Junk
Broken Spoke
Symptom of Decay
Appocalypse Avenue
Echoe Box
Third Wing
Untitled
There Must Have Been
Shadow Wars
I'm Dead
Blowout
Last Summer
Another Chalk Up
Undercover
A Breath for the Year
Blue Eyes
All the Hate
Cratered
Virtigo
About Love
A Different Kind of Kiss

The Goblins of Trois:
A Prose Piece that
Appears in the 98 Book

Blue Eyes

Back at me
They entrance
Like blasphemy
Then I dance

Inside the tide of those oceanic eyes
Beyond the darker side of the disguise
Deep within the rainy soul further down
Buried is a heart that never makes a sound

Back at me
Staring soon to break
Never hard for me
Moments it can take

Inside the fried dilated bloodshot eyes
Eclipsed by intoxicating living lies
Forever falling into a bottomless well
Locked away beyond a story never to tell

Oh - it's hard to have those eyes
Lies become truth - and truth becomes lies
Tell me it is easy to not use those eyes
When you need to talk to the person inside

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