- Poet, Her Adeline -
O grandeur
Of your melted skin
Flayed with joy
Let the sand sinks in
You and the tale of the ocean is as wide as turpentine
You're making it hard by "stabs your mother at your mercy"
You're rotting cold
Like no one is here
And take your mental illness like a glamour beer
And tow your fear away like a spider here
Take your mental illness like a labor here
Tow your fear away like a spider here
You and the tale of the ocean is as wide as turpentine
You're making it hard by "stabs your mother at your mercy"
You're rotting cold
Like no one is here
- Virginia -
I've been drowned away
I've been stoned away