School-boy Gustav plucked butterflies off pretty flowers. Butterfly wings lie crucified in what was to be a stamp-album.
Dark blue blood slipping out my veins. Onto cheap hospital-white bathroom tiles. The artwork of his blue hunting knife.
Dark blue blood slipping out my veins. Onto cheap hospital-white bathroom tiles. The artwork of his blue hunting knife.
The snake in her head always wore a hood.
O madness come make a port in me.
Silence perched on his lips. He saw her dance with another man.
Silence slithered down his tongue and into him.
But his eyes sang every sad song there was to sing.
And what a foolish clumsy dance it was, he thought, but he didn't speak a word.
He plugged my face with his fists
I tightened my jaw around his punches
Dance like drunkards under the purple sky with starry holes
This life will not repeat itself
Here take my hand and take vodka from my throat
Violins and cats and hats and poems that don't rhyme.
Fur and sour wine and cocaine.
Whiskers and claws and paws and one sick crime.
Fear and Love and You and Me. This is all we have.
Silence perched on his lips. He saw her dance with another man.
Silence slithered down his tongue and into him.
But his eyes sang every sad song there was to sing.
And what a foolish clumsy dance it was, he thought, but he didn't speak a word.
He plugged my face with his fists
I tightened my jaw around his punches
Dance like drunkards under the purple sky with starry holes
This life will not repeat itself
Here take my hand and take vodka from my throat
Violins and cats and hats and poems that don't rhyme.
Fur and sour wine and cocaine.
Whiskers and claws and paws and one sick crime.
Fear and Love and You and Me. This is all we have.
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