leave me pack of wolves, feed me pack of wolves. i was once a riding hood here. breathe me pack of wolves, seethe me pack of wolves embelished this life in amber tears i sang a song once beside a fire dreaming of love, and inner desire i sang this song once beside a fire loving of death when its taking me higher i wanted to be held like a glass of toxicity spending three or four hours within one's proximity i wanted to be held like a glass of toxicity always wanting it keeps the consistency the hours past, my saviour was fast i didn't complain, i like looking at the rain he ate my predator, and i loved him so, but when time had past, i couldn't let him go though no one comes riding here anymore everyone thinks of this as folklore though no one comes riding here anymore i wrap myself up against the wall, as i sit in the Fall

the older the colder, the specimen neither smiles at you or me suffocation at a point postitive procrastination contemplation on a stick will these rails squeak or squeal i dunno the specimen is filled with Formaldehyde smells good, looks good, feels good too tastes like chicken extension on the arm, flexion of the heart half face with perfectly cut lines i see you inside you your brain shaved and embalmed lying perfectly still anatomical position on the table the spittle on the tip of your tongue makes me not wanna hear your voice. mother of me, please leave me alone to type. face it, facets are all you can say i just wanna stay here in my room and not go anywhere.

the warrior child will not speak to me even if i got down to my hands and my one knee the warrior child knows i exist which is why i must persist in trying to make peace with the warrior child rapturous souls gone wild still full of dislike for me marks the remix of my epitome but i wanted to find a way to show that feelings die hard, feelings come and go that i do not hate the warrior child in return but instead looks on what i must learn to not piss off the warrior child with a temper from medium to mild but of an air that is most cool god knows that i'm a fool that warrior child wouldn't still mind being my friend shake hands, warrior child, let's put this war to an end.

then i won't ask you to open your eyes if it hurts too much you can sit by yourself if you want to, i dont mind if it hurts too much you can turn back the clock if it hurts too much you can sleep all day, like i do if hurts too much then let me hurt with you. she speaks with two tongues but she can only speak none topics are abroad, but the subject is the one, some eyes are staring some eyes are not unknower above all, line on a plot inspiration for me, is a sign of gallantry a line or two, i forgot to thank you ... music is my love because nobody's listening

velvet face, give us a laugh hearty with joy and stable with grace turn around and take a place in the front of the room where everyone can see just how happy you can be don't look at me though you don't wanna know why are you laughing at me we're playing age of oddessy brushed shoulders and back to back let's give the teacher heart attack and run away deep into thoughts way beyond our prepubescent minds

Yeah I seen ya go down to a cold mirror it was never clearer in my era so material to shine upon your forehead or check it by the signs the faces in the corridor you used to guide me the club maze and now we struggle through the dub daze you used to guide me the club maze and now we struggle through the dub daze alleyways and hallways you grab me always through the alleyways and hallways i love ya always its how you go down to the men room sink its how we talk of how mad men think its how you go down to the men room sink its how we talk of how mad men think i sink myself in hair upon my lover i don't know her from another Miss I sink myself in hair upon my lover I don't know or think that I'd be missed From alleyways and hallways I love you always Yeah, through alleyways and hallways I love you always I crawl in through Alleyways and hallways I love you always Yeah I crawl in through Alleyways and hallways I love you always I love you all ways!

Compress the carton of ribbon between fingers of those who find fingers of these. fingers of fish. they swim with me. in an octopus' garden in the shade the shade that holds the darkness like a pillow soft, close, and warm, like horses prancing through a silver storm A storm of silver white Composed of fluffy feathers and of silver spoons and silver knives Everything is silver and everything is gold Whilst everything else Is upside down When you see all those smiles turn to frowns and yet also see those frowns turn to smiles And everyone drinks tea... All day long... Welcome to Ephemeral City My heaven.

Not me, not you either.

Guilt will not eat you, nor will it defeat you
But what if I leave you, then what would you say?
To be left on your own, and me left to moan
Mourning your absence whilst I am away.