areugon666

the winter brings the night and we hide from the light. scrape off the dead flesh with finger nails and needles to keep the love fresh. when i die drag my corpse to the sea, maybe she'll keep it warm for me. a lullaby for an old dead sky will lull us thru our goodbye. we can run until time is extinct. the wind plays on its dead somber song. its monotone drawl begs us " make love thru the fall of everything that was anything. " when my bones in the sand become bleached by the sun, throw them out in the ocean. a lullaby for an old dead sky will lull us thru our goodbye. we can run until time is extinct, with beauty we can out run the sun.