Rain drip-drops on my skiN
Umbrella is broken, hellO...
Too much effort
to drink...
The pavement their pitch
a busker and an addict...
la la la la la
This is where I try to breathe some sense...
you trample me with your soft fingers;
clay in your palms – i am clay in your hands...
An extremely
Devoted...
You the killer of my father.
You the pain...
I wait...
Will I always be alone...
you.
you have a way about you...
I tried to find home
by looking within and...
these nights, the air is in a drunken stupor,
borrowing spirit from our wine, daring...
The birds didn't chirp today
but I heard them...