There is just enough space to
slide my hand around your life
Deep down slipping behind your
wicked spine

Here we are lost in the consequences
of your deception- Trustess of modern chemistry

I slip lower under the tightness of my girls sin- You feed your addiction, I pace my reaction; You feed my sin

Calypso remains a lost colony of broken helpless souls. Many remarkable moments continue to shine throughout

Until the dignity of self returns; Once again recognizable to myself. In Gods light we shine. Yahweh