turn it down.

outside its autumn 

the leaves fall on our heads as we are drinking-

i haven't seen the people in ages, lost in wander

-my gulf of empathy strike! 

a hollow spear

bleeding profusely

i can't stop it

they pick me up and place me in the bed naked

bats overhead. 

when the night is over and morning is here

Smile, Torture, leftover perfume and finished candles

Patio Ripened Revelry

Shadow posted walls- the smoke trails

black feet sandstone 

comic & my opera. i sing so quietly the air around me shakes

turn the dial

let us speed