Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...
Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...
Walking a Death Valley of colour
Searching for just the blues...
Far beyond the needs of succour
Out of the reach of suffering...
Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...
On his body we built this city |
He left this world in slumber |
He slipped away from this world |