Robert Smith

I've always believed in / the power of words / the ones we write / the ones we erase / and the ones we choose / to leave out #fragment

I don’t need an enchanted forest just give me the woods the moss the wildlife the mist and a place to disappear like a shadow into night

you know i feel you…said and unsaid

there is an itch in my blood crawling up my neck into my brain waiting for me to stick a wire hanger into my ear and stroke my mind to simple peace

“the wounds tell a story don’t they, doc?” yes they do “but never as sad as the ones sickness tells, right, doc?” no, no they are not

while i was out there being a provider all i lost was my own purpose beyond a paycheck

when September ends… Dad will still be dead