Martyr - red painted hands
Opiates silence the pain...
Freshly brewed coffee beans
wafts upon ribbons of autumn...
Malorie decides to walk...
Memories blur, then clear...
Where snowflakes fall and fluid flows chilled,
across the ocean's path where the air stands...
It's grubby like the mucus on a newborn;
it's elastic like an unblown balloon...
Faith keeps me alive-
for it is engraved in my veins...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
Days are folding over night with the creases of a...
traveling my sun to your window...
I've watched the old lady over the years,
where she was once young, stood proud and tall...
Night time,
I've always feared you...
Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...