withered
withered listen on youtube or here I heard a voice somewhat pale felt gray guilty fingerprints wrapped up in a scarf you were at the altar with tense wary eyes sacrificing the mood of my blues making it right for you. your life adopted superstitious dreams & tales memories engulfed in a bouquet of frowns gravity is by the bedpost, distracting the drama comforting you that it's alright. I strolled a harsh path in your head, and the doubts diminished walking you home from the rain that night. yet, in the morning you stood on the corner, waiting standing still for the messenger of the dream machine hoping answers will lay somewhere between whirling leaves in the passings of the soft currents of drifting winds. from the watch towers of your past whispers in your head morphed into a sniper breath locked me in the crosshairs pulling the trigger I didn’t think you were such a killer taking me out after my introduction to you, ...