Cold cracks clashing warm air lost,
darkness explains a non ending urge,
of shut lids n fire sight,
when merseyside visits cities only lawn can tell well,
time matters 4 each man n never waits not a second,
my small head bloodshot n numb ,
all in thought is one more relieve ,
sweetest thing mate preserved ,
wen on earth shall i have my share?
chirps pecks n crows would u please just stop ,
limits of nice in this bedside note ,
not stone nor liquid made ,
but a techno touch straight from the heart
