Strip me down to nothing
Tear this flesh off my bones...

There were the whispers through the leaves
And sounds of footsteps on empty streets...

The sweet smell of nectar
Leads my thoughts a stray...

The season grows cold
And the leaves turn old...

I was born through these words
On a page with a pen...

She was sleeping alone in her single sized bed
Till she heard the voices beyond the walls...

In the summers heat we lay perfectly still
In the tall of the grass where we feel so tranquil...

What happened to the poets
Are they off drinking again...

I'm like a ghost in a dream
Wondering these city streets...