your flaccid interest
burns my heart

our transient nature
rips us apart

the shambling sunset,
once lovely and bright
now languidly weeps its last
rays at the night

'ere, come now the vultures
'ere, come now the crows
to free what remains
as the agony grows

if its true
that a wish
can be got
from a star

but one wish would I ask:
to be near where you are

my insides are burning
as Time's wheels stop turning

I'm only a man
and
I
die










(...a dead heart sheds no tears.)

but always he struggled to stand tall

be you the glittering ale,
to shy away all that ails me?

perhaps you are a lovely whiskey,
to whisk me away to Neverland,
where I may dream of sweet things!

are you now a gin,
that all my deepest wishes may be granted?

your shape is ever shifting,
you dirty gypsy...

your foul stench permeates
my breath, my clothes,

you've stripped me of my dignity,
left me alone in my despair

he was a cute little stowaway...
must have ridden home with me on the back of my neck