Delusion, fiasco,
From feathered cup...
Buried
The spade tastes gravel...
Trace, the stranger
Trickles down...
Exploited
Hammered taps...
Fortunes in pieces,
Glass touch and gone...
Take a breath,
Jealous the water...
Floundering arms
Tickle the sky...
Tracing, tracing,
The dribbling horizon...
Weak wings unfold,
In gentle tremble...
Trolleyed fear it
Weaves between the aisles...
Turn, turn head the other way,
Theres nothing left...
Dribbling like honey from a spoon,
Your blood is the sugar...