Watch my face,
as it morphs into...

Slouching was never good,
for your back...

Aroma of warm autumn
O' hurry down to me...

Chocolate,Chocolate Chocolaty,
I love Chocolate Chocolaty...

Yes, they invade
our twitter, facebook and instagram...

Pupils dilate
In the middle of the night...

Dark
Dark secrets...

They tap the phones
Come raiding in the house at dawn...

Nothing but the sound of crickets,
pierced a darkened room...

Like glass upon my soft, cushion floor
they puncture my air born dreams...

As I lay on the long tickly grass
And watch the golden sun turn brass...

Swaying
... against your nerves...