Hi
Scars will heal soon
The dregs in us spent the Earth
Down
Better than drowning in a burlap sack
I live. As Alice. I die.
Children shouldn`t play with dead things
Foaming crows
Tear at their
Wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood
Drop it its dead
Wheels won`t turn they
Won’t turn the birdy`s head
Sad eyes sad eyes
Like sharpened daggers
You’ll
Never walk
Only stagger
Sad eyes quite cryptic
Bye