The world will fast collide With its own beginning, Then silence shall reign Supreme again, I surmise. Then there’ll be no more singing. Joyous, choirs shall be silent
River street urchins, The gutters are swelling. [Waiting…] for the sky—you and I To reach— the storm drains of joy. Before we go… Before we let, go. We too will rain…
A poison text… A poison flower… In a poison, heart... “How can we draw blood? And say that we - belong Together as just good friends And remain forever in a storm
