I stand outside in the dusk
To darkness I've become immune...
Plant the black roses
Deep in the ground...
Singing in the blood of a thousand doves,
Listening to the sound of the dripping blood...
A bunch of breakdowns and obscenities.
Failures, liars, nothing’s true to what it...
In my world
dragons fly and fairies live...
Linger longer, dearheart mine,
And warm me with your form...
Forced to smile,
All those kisses that can't be mine...
The one I guarded was now gone,
No longer training on the lawn...
Down another pill, take another hit
Chug the bottle, just once more...
Your body aches my mind,
gently and violently...
The fear inside this poor mans eyes,
As the reflection reveals a scythe...
[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...