{Once more. One, two, three, four} I like a tombstone cause it. Weathers well. And if it stands or if it crumbles only. Time will tell And you can carve my name in marble. You must cut it deep.
"I don't care for tights", she says. And does not tell me why. She hikes her skirt above her knee. Revealing one brown thigh "I see", I say, and wonder at. Her slender little fingers. How cleverl
She'd come to my house. And dance in the hall. With the music up loud. Against the light on the wall And I danced beside her. Feeling no shame. We were in costume. And this was a game She'd put
I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole. I would leave only bones and teeth, we could see what was underneath. And you would be free then Once I thought only tears could make us fre
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air. Every step is a day in the week. It's a Sunday or Monday. A march over months of the year This life is burning, turning to ash as it hits th
Let's tell the future. Let's see how it's been done. By numbers, by mirrors, by water. By dots made at random on paper. By salt, by dice, by meal, by mice. By dough of cakes, by sacrificial fire.