I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...
Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...
Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...
I write by the light of the moon
where I find the most comfort...
Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...
I think I'll just climb inside
my mind for a while...
What a magical place this world once was to me.
As a child I saw everything that could be...
They say you are gone
but I know you are only...
Your hands grabbed the inside of her throat,
suffocation swallowed her eyes...
You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...