yellow is the eye of the cat that lays
but for you the lights dance
I’m leaving today
fill all of the wooden trunk
whilst dancing to mozart
expressing a scene thats not meant to be
silly with a mask

live press on oil shine
it’s wet
you’re underneath the carpet
it floats and it changes the eye
sitting here still thinking of
I heard
you heard
the seabed now
but what else can I do
this is when the waves still turn
it was you I think I ask now
what else burns
a stream flow with trickled energy it is
but I’m not sure if the blokes are broke

 

 

live press on oil shine

its’ wet

you’re underneath the carpet

it floats and it changes the eye

sitting here still thinking of

I heard, you heard, the seabed

now what can I do

this is when the waves still turn

it was you i think I ask now

what else burns

stream flow with a trickled energy it is

but I’m not sure if the blokes are broke

yellow is the eye of the cat that lays

but for you the lights dance

I’m leaving today

fill all of the wooden beam

dancing to mozart,

expressing a scene thats not meant to be silly with a mask

Lay in line

as the poison burns inside

expect a regret and

suspect the rest

test the time as it tripples inside

swing like a pendulum

with a heavy weight

killing every limb of life

on the way down

disintigrate the un noticed

and fold the rest away

pack the bag for life

and iron out straight

illuminate the void

and substitute the heroine Matilda

 

 

what’s the difference between

a stomach turn and the

loneliness of layers;

the nerves that require a

secondary persona

but only one exists

in the sharing of emotion.

when the nerves subside to excite,

who are you?

it forms an image in the mind that

only you can see.

Photograph the story,

film that happening,

record this silence

of a naked body in the queens white

before I obsess with the medicine.

it’s the enoport type,

the motion picture show,

the 14 forms to the imagined expectation

and the one who doesn’t know