soft surroundings
First and the last thrilling morn. In my time , my place and myself drinking wine in peace of bombs dropping elsewhere.
And the 40 % drops,
golden hour ,
hot as a hare,
mad as a hatter all that shit.
A healer... a traiteur
I don't supply such gods.
Death saying " Get to work right away,"
It's one owns fault to make the dead stand up and wail.
Not to be loved.
Make a lucky escape
and again I decide to sleep
serpents at my feet.
And the 40 % drops,
golden hour ,
hot as a hare,
mad as a hatter all that shit.
A healer... a traiteur
I don't supply such gods.
Death saying " Get to work right away,"
It's one owns fault to make the dead stand up and wail.
Not to be loved.
Make a lucky escape
and again I decide to sleep
serpents at my feet.