Sits there weeping swept eyes
Rose red ire and sin
Stark nightcrawler within
Button push, does, don't
White lights flood both
Swept eyes, love notes
You've got a problem...
No news, no use
Arm's already at it
Echoes in the attic
Stirs smoke, can't choke
Won't know till she's home
But she's not coming back
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sits there weeping swept eyes
Rose red ire and sin
Stark nightcrawler within
Button push, does, don't
White lights flood both
Swept eyes, love notes
You've got a problem...
No news, no use
Arm's already at it
Echoes in the attic
Stirs smoke, can't choke
Won't know till she's home
But she's not coming back
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