Playing grown up games Secretly Without a conscience Or a direction...
Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
A wounded solider watches over Four graveless headstones Generations of family...
Now I lay my head to rest My weary bones put...
She sits Faded green velvet chair He stares Through smoke filled...
How much wasted time Is spent on waiting How much energy...
Sleep, he said For you are weary And the night cold...
Feels like a slow motion picture show Carries its cargo like...
Lick, lick, licking Suck, suck, sucking On grape tootsie pop Tongue...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...