Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...
A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...
Let me cry in this embrace—
if there is still an embrace left...
Vacated for just a moment in time
You liberate me from my reality...
Hey,
I just came by to check in on you...
"How many vicodin must be swallowed
To ease the pain inside this void...
In a dim-lit room, with smoke-filled air,
Frank played jazz, his fingers a blur...
Everything was set up.
Spoon, fork, porcelein plates...
The first tear to fall
is no indication of...
drip
drop...
I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche...
read si' oui bien sûr
let it bleed,la mi amore...