Money friends tie up all loose ends,
Disappeared no trace, no song,

Coastal strips calm sea hits,
Seagulls screech the sky.
Sun shade cliffs the landscape lifts, Mother I do love to be beside the seaside.

Interesting accusation haunted by the mirror on the wall,
So singled out for nothing but all because of something when rumour had it all,
The blinks blinking quicker,
The eyes roll cry me a river,
Nor can't keep still, gone lost forever.

An acrimonious fate slides in to deep,
California is far to far away for all us to seek.
In its language fallen from grace my accent shelved the night,
Talks about sequential topics that changes a different colour white.

Darkened was I,
As my eyes laid shut in all tranquil,
Resting in places,
In cases more often than not,

In Graves end thy shall meet,
Sleep in a tomb with just no body, no soul only bones skull to feet,
Lying there still, cold, dark till focus not shattered a bone leaf sleep and thy worship prayer done for that harvest feast.

O'Reily@10072014