flailing water wings down by the riverbed
because a sun drought treats you colder
whistle the names of the tight-lipped
ghosts whose hunger pangs
on
and
on
Worthwhile reaching out
Hellbent on riches
No One
Believed
You
and now you believe in nothing.
What else is there to believe?
Smoldering giants in the undertow
thats what!
Draw a gentle rock and pry it from
its gums
flying was the greatest mistake
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
flailing water wings down by the riverbed
because a sun drought treats you colder
whistle the names of the tight-lipped
ghosts whose hunger pangs
on
and
on
Worthwhile reaching out
Hellbent on riches
No One
Believed
You
and now you believe in nothing.
What else is there to believe?
Smoldering giants in the undertow
thats what!
Draw a gentle rock and pry it from
its gums
flying was the greatest mistake
