We’re in the wild wood, now,
over the sky and into the deep end.
The failing survivors are biting the frost on beggar’s hearts
to make it through the night.
You see them in droves,
coming to chew off your only hope,
just to fill their stomachs with your disgust
and chase off their moment of doom.
Kill a butterfly to call the winds of change, they say.
Candy coloured liars.
A lullaby written for Sister Madly and the insomniacs of the world. Inspired by this post:
It must be read while listening to:
Odd Couple by The Dirty Three