Years of the clock go by. How long will you wait for a sign. It seems fiction is hard to break. Forward out of the darkness. . Walls of time must fall.
So there you are. Until the dawn. Still whistling that same old song. Happy all the time. Now she gives the shoulder. Look into her eye. You cannot control her.
Don't see you ever do without. Leper. Forced to feel pitiful,and how clever. You call him pretty and blessed child. . Now see how the pretty boy runs wild.
Cheering crowds deify their waste. Making love to their disgrace. After so much how could you not fall asleep, dream and die?. Fit for nothing dead where you lay.