Dreams of wearing Mother's pearls With her bright red lipstick on Chest out like a proud son Everything covered in form A strangled lust was thrown To float into death alone You miss the things that turn you pink But those deeds can't be touched Neither can you Nor speak it straight A shriek that ran out of gas Prompts yawns you try and hide Why wait for death When you can achieve senility I love you so much but I just might run out It all means so much but never matters enough
Vyšlo na albech
