moist lips
down to your hips
a broken crow on your hands
a crown of morning wishpers in your head
come here up high
to watch the clouds go by

i miss the summer dawns
the quietness of the whole
i am a destroyer
i am a weaklin
all for your interest

i can't breath the way they do
i can't feel the way they want me to
cut my throat

don't think your not in here
you push me and i like it
so serious this shelter
marshmellow breath