Crying birds
and dying words
have let me live
A heart so weak
and a face so bleak
cease to exist
please lisa show me how
Sweet Salvation is a tangible divine
your reciprocation is the burning in the sky
tasteless rhymes and faceless eyes
won’t haunt me now
i am never sure its my perception i adore
or a concrete block of perpetual engagement,
a dispersion of pheromones baby