Ghost faction
Batten down the hatches
Four leaves turn green at different degrees
She never loved you
She never will
Turn me on
I’ve been off
Nothing so lapsed
As the life i live daily
Met my fate
Eternal hate
Morbid drippings of a forecast less whimsy
I can’t i can’t
It seems to be over now
Always been under
Before forlorn
Siamese request
Amble drapery left shadows cast
Out back forefront
**** thoughts overgrown
Cheap threat within the palm
Leaflet drawn upon
I’ll use the napkins
Profound misplacement word cued
Up
Left alone
Haunted home