Ticking tick, ticking tick tick.
The lines are running slick...
These alien things
So green...
In darkest soil
At deadest night...
Bathing in the alluring grace
Of the radiant summer sun...
I’m gonna say
And you’re gonna say if you dig it or you...
Stalking midnights murky grove
Along alien shore quick to roam...
In the woods John
At the wash path...
Flee now sweet princes
Turn thine princely coat...
I have been to Langley
I have seen the white stone crypt...
No solace in dark dreams
In sleep there’s just dread...
Feel like I want to write about
A girl who hates her own skin...
Through king of man provoking fear
While god like saints walk apse of white...