there's one crow left
this side of the murder
i'm the child with no socks and shoes
dancing delirious in a field of sunflowers
spinning in an industrial jungle
my arms wrapped around yours
like my hands on the monkey bars
the Indian magic wont heal this heart
can i drown in Valerian?
drunk on the missed sleep
your lips move at night
they spin tales of things long since past
i am the crow
singular
lonely
my broken oil drunk wings wont flap
you're crushing me
god the memories make me want to pull out my hair
the scars on your arm
speak volumes
i wish i could spin new ones
along my flesh
please my dear
lets not drag this out
lynch me quick
and i'll be the eternal child
in your grasp forever more
a secret romance
hidden in the back of my mind
deep in montauk...
god bless you my dear