There she was, weaving between
the hollowed trees, disappearing...
There is a creature in the water,
Thats what the towns folk say...
Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...
Many sleepless nights ago
I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow...
In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
Trickery’s Beauty
Trickery is a must...
My gun is loaded
It's gettin time...
The feathers within my palms
were gray, before they rapidly...
What have we become
how palpable...
I'm caught up in the words of my last song,
but the exile of love has said it all through...
The mechanism failed in the rebellion shadowed by...
The context appeared as confusion in realms of her...