a high heels status.
she calls boys on her hot bed...
We grounded ships on Pythian beach
then trekked high up to the Seer's lair...
All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...
I long for her to hold me,
I've dreamt her soft,sweet smell...
The sand burns as they walk along
to these bastard lands, these children belong...
Crumpled peace of paper a single sheet coated in...
As the clock ticks time dissolves into memories...
They pass on by
One maybe two...
Did you hear that
Maybe I'm insane...
His flowers perch along
a blackened windowsill...
The bloody rose.
The one I hold...
Here i sit
singing away...
Moving stealthily through the night
The bark isn't as bad as the bite...