Here are 2 unfinished (ie not my best work) pieces. I don't know if they will ever be done.
I have taken these striaght from the manuscripts, so missspellings might be abound. They are also unedited.
Unfinished Work 1 aka Whisp Pocked
Patterns of pain and pleasure
traced on my back
frost forms from every breath
creating a landscape of diamonds
stained
each step i take
seems to lead down a familiar path
just another last chance
that I never really seemed to miss
Honesty mixed with what?
I don't know
maybe if I just believe it enough
but thats all it is
a friend of a friend.
thats as colose as I'll ever get
and I'm a Fool for even thinking
The trick is that I never really tell
but who's asking
I once met god or the devil
I always get the two confused
but that didnt stop me from making a deal
a kiss or the world
I guess the world meant more.
So this bring me back
to my fantasy ice queen
kissing stained diamons
as everything just rolls on
and I'm just as alone as when i started.
So where do you go
when niether god or the devil wants your soul
Unfinished Work 2 aka Part Five and Seven
I walked through a meadow of dead flowers with my hero
he tells me he killed a man
threw his body through a window
He says I should have come along
Hes right.
He calls me an insect
broken and crushed
"have you heard" he says "the one about the virgin?
Its a funny one
he dreams of a girl with a certain tattoo
and who smokes
He dreams that they meet in New York
that she falls for him
that she loves his band
But he can't sing, much less play a guitar."
My heros spits at me
and calls me just another fool.
I go to the home of outcasts
I don't belong, I've got nothing to say.
Plus I'm to distracted by the smell of cloves
The next night I go to the hall
She screams her soull and makes the guitar gry
she flows with the bass making my eyes dance
afterwards the two come to me
embracing me
Either on a goddes I would sell my soul fo
But they are too distant.
We talk of guns on hips
pale pierced lips
But of coursse Naked Girl never really cared.