Mourning, Melatonin!I saw the first lick of morning Smear yellow across the sky.The flourescent flick of dawnCould make any insomniac cry.
I saw the first lick of morning Smear yellow across the sky.The flourescent flick of dawnCould make any insomniac cry.
All ears, Dear đHe eloped my lobesIn a snail-trail of vapour Echoed in the chamber coilWaxed shell, my curling craterI am waning; like a crescent moonAnd heâs feigning; like a loonHis words slip in; sticky, for free He whispers his will -Sounds like slime to me
He eloped my lobesIn a snail-trail of vapour Echoed in the chamber coilWaxed shell, my curling craterI am waning; like a crescent moonAnd heâs feigning; like a loonHis words slip in; sticky, for free He whispers his will -Sounds like slime to me