Precious,Precious, such itchy thumbs had she scraped on walls against trees and bricks such itchy thumbs and fingers of blood to caress her love,her love,her love, leaves with a smile smoke and mirrors she will come today Precious,Precious..
******* son born of delusion man of height of breadth eyes of steel corrosion of soul mine gone now thief and liar giver of light I step back into the shadows and wait..
Creases on his hands,tracks of time gathered and pinched to join together the pen grasped Still gives it out,the words simple words of a life well lived.
Love murdered,strange love there are no cigarettes to smoke the monkey has long nails they scratch at my neck Demons gnaw at the edges I give them my rage to appease appetite. The sun still in it's mocking glory shines.