****
Little pieces of paper
Swarm the hearts
Of the gentle
The soft
We struggle
And she sweeps through the brick street
Her corner is red
Swoon
My lady she is sweet
The grin
she resembles only one who can do no good
Nothing but sin
But she is saint
She saves them
The lonely and sad
The antisocial
There hearts have turned to dust
They cry fire
You see them, whispering to the champagne lady
Whistling to the nurse
High blood pressure
Tall glasses of beer
Small girls eyes full of cheer
Watch them scream
They cry to puppy's and kitty's
I cry to nothing
To the long night ahead
The years of awful misery ahead
I am longing for these painful
crumbs that fall from your chin to your chest
Architecture of her ***
That's all I've learned
The seeping of her pink soft
Zombie food
He taste worse than i thought
Often similar to his ancestors
Some just aren't so tasty
But she thinks of big red balloons
Shirley temples
And fills her nostrils with love
That leaves her with nothing but blood
And some change for the trogens
I didn't want to tell her that she was dying
But what are friends for?