It's spring that wraps around my head
Can't embrace it,
Can't escape it.
Feebly wishing i were dead -
The hastening chase,
The chaste that make it
Swirl through new congested blood:
A whirl of sense,
Lightheaded reason
Switched-on twisted lightning rod
Stranded in this sick sense-season.
Can't embrace it,
Can't escape it.
Feebly wishing i were dead -
The hastening chase,
The chaste that make it
Swirl through new congested blood:
A whirl of sense,
Lightheaded reason
Switched-on twisted lightning rod
Stranded in this sick sense-season.
Murmur, sadly, how love fled. And hid its face amid a crowd of stars. And paced upon the mountains overhead. And left you thirsting on this Earth of ours.
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