Is it our last act
or just an intermission...
Demons
We live in an expanding universe...
Even though
I couldn't care less...
I was really into smell tonight.
Usually it's touch...
I ride the hidden silence,
that's buried deep inside...
I sit here and wonder
Sitting in a field...
(Hostess. The word is a witching whisper.
It rustles like a silk dress...
In times of fear, not all is clear
for tunnels bend, before they end...
How can he?
Know for sure I'll i can be...
A woman in love never thinks of death
for her soulmate will be hers, always and forever...
The black veins of the day
pulse deep inside...
A ruined stick
a burnt match...