everybody is scared of this place.
i wonder what drives someone to kill.
how does it feel?
like a strong current,
or a quiet march?
i doubt its a rage,
or a bomb, explosive.
it is a sad resignation
plotted by small invisible strings.
(this wolf's hunt is an alcoholic's daily:
hangovers, glasses, tears, tears.)
i see your face replaying in my mind;
a grainy film playing in a dusty warehouse.
i can't help it;
i am naturally drawn to your words, voice
and your death.
its like,
i have fallen for you in a weird jealous way.
i can't deny that
where you went is
a place tempting to fly away to.
but everybody's scared of this place
they're staying away
your little house on memory lane.
you you
are tempting me.
(moth to fire.
burns wings away;
flying to a place
is not too charming,
if that means remaining
in this beautiful crate.)
how does it feel?
like a strong current,
or a quiet march?
i doubt its a rage,
or a bomb, explosive.
it is a sad resignation
plotted by small invisible strings.
(this wolf's hunt is an alcoholic's daily:
hangovers, glasses, tears, tears.)
i see your face replaying in my mind;
a grainy film playing in a dusty warehouse.
i can't help it;
i am naturally drawn to your words, voice
and your death.
its like,
i have fallen for you in a weird jealous way.
i can't deny that
where you went is
a place tempting to fly away to.
but everybody's scared of this place
they're staying away
your little house on memory lane.
you you
are tempting me.
(moth to fire.
burns wings away;
flying to a place
is not too charming,
if that means remaining
in this beautiful crate.)
