Midnight dreams of Arsenic
& somewhere a lone trumpet calling
when you shut the door
on us somewhere a star fell down & cried
& a fox stumbled gently
into the undergrowth
I gambled
away the last Angel I had
for tall tales, breaths of fresh air
& torn stacks of juvenilia
an old broken doll
they called by my name
& some said I was
in between syringes
whilst somewhere
a jazz band played
in a city of freedom
I once called my own
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Midnight dreams of Arsenic
& somewhere a lone trumpet calling
when you shut the door
on us somewhere a star fell down & cried
& a fox stumbled gently
into the undergrowth
I gambled
away the last Angel I had
for tall tales, breaths of fresh air
& torn stacks of juvenilia
an old broken doll
they called by my name
& some said I was
in between syringes
whilst somewhere
a jazz band played
in a city of freedom
I once called my own
