Can you hear that
drip drip drip...
Your neck
is the most perfect neck I have ever seen...
She's flying higher, and higher
and the sky is so blue...
The gloomy grey murk
Settling on moors...
Written wen i was 17
I am a dreamer for love...
A game of telephone dawns the day,
webbed in the clasp of a chain of these dreary...
With is blade
i sit with tears...
Daddy don't do this
why did you leave me...
Let me paint to you
With these words of mine...
Every time I look at the moon,
I see that same face...
Its towering form lays over me, as the rain falls...
With guns of words
like poisonous swords...