Mac's Daffodil
Death, she whispers to my bones, sharing her worse rumours,. A crease in my suit, my brow and a bowel full of tumours,. I'll throw you a kiss, can't say when it will arrive,.
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Death, she whispers to my bones, sharing her worse rumours,. A crease in my suit, my brow and a bowel full of tumours,. I'll throw you a kiss, can't say when it will arrive,.
The bluebell's peak out of the soil,. To scorn the low morals of the calendar girl,. And whence she does pass all heels and scabs,. The undergrowth dunnocks do boo and mock stab,.
I am lost in my own darkness..
Parked by the roadside, Jack Frost has no mercy. Black sky replaced with a lilac hue curtsy. Your Motown is damaging, i'll baton down my hatches. Internal din wails and it screeches and scratches.
Stood there threadbare, old crumpled suit. I've just fallen apart like wars shell shocked salute. Shivering like a rosary in a widows embrace.
Hello everyone, my name is Bear and I have been looking for something like Opuss since I was but a boy. Hope you like my stuff. Be kind. Cheers!.