I believe the year has become a little bit disjointed. A little muddled up. The night before this very day. I rolled indoors after a night upon the town, My spot of going out to play. Mother develops a mighty frown. Came in late from local town. Every light in the house was on. I thought maybe it was October. All the windows shone a mighty glow. I thought I'd arrived for Diwali. (c) Livvi
There’s a devil in me trying to raise his face there’s a god in me trying to put him in his place a fight to fill the hole in my heart but the battle is lost before they can start soul electric, here to stay pulls me apart need to make them pay a million volts in a lightning kiss re-align my core in symmetrical bliss.
The young lady sat with her head in her hands. Sat on an old wooden block. In the middle of the local park. There was sat the spirit of the lady Boleyn. (C) Livvi
Sitting in a pool of ****, other peoples ****, **** all over me, I am nothing, just an object, a still life subject art school joke, I'm a mess, a **** stain, a fugitive on the run, running away from life.