My tongue is toxic,
my passion...
Deep in the night
I wake up with such a fright...
I am not a caged bird,
but sometimes, I prefer the isolation...
I'm sorry I didn't look after you more
That I caused irreparable damage...
I've made my way up the track
On my trusty mountain bike...
Staring at that canvas
Nothing falls into the groove...
Jinx is my kitty
Sleeping in my bed at night...
Who am I you may ask
I am an angel...
As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...
The bile rises up
To the back of my dry throat...
I thought that you'd be back by now,
I've waited everyday...
A day in an Indian summer...