Colorless mood and vague clouds
an emptiness rings loud...
2014-09-20 07:17 AM
A sharp loneliness echoes like the autumn wind...
Helicopters circle 'round
the little red brick school...
Standing on the edge
Between the living and the dead...
Now i don't know what to do
when i'm here, your not...
There's something about your air
that makes my soul cling to you...
It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...
In February,
there is tenderness in the air...
Crazy Horse their heads hung low
Bikes all idling, running slow...
I've been collecting things
lately, time, flat tummies, belly piercings...
I know your kind...
The socially inept...
Dear diary, please
make sure he comes to visit...