• I could brodcast these fine lies
    And play rusted melodies
    But not tonight, not tonight.
    Admit it:
    YOU.
    ARE.
    ASHAMED.
    And I am wrong.
    But we knew that all along, didnt we?
    One more day in the emerald city.
    One more day, yet there's so much to do.
    love
    Its spilling through my fingertips
    Onto the floor.
    Its funny how it looks like blood.
    You send out cryptic text and lines,
    But does it mean anything to anyone but me?