a bite into the future
A lil' birdy told me not to get out of bed this morning. I cried. A lil' bit of crock if you ask me. Changing my ways frequently is another man's gain and a loss of blood for me. I sink my teeth into my gums and walk away. Hopefully, the bleeding will subside until another day. Alone at last, the fallen star sinks into a bed of purely drowned roses. They died.