|
Sitting here With a knife at my chest Soaked in blood from the bottle And swallow the rest: (to drown these memories) With you at my side Like a dark spun diamond, Sparkling in my eye- making me blind And a spider at my ear Who tells me to drift away to a shore... ...to a bay To the end of day turned stale From the hopes of a future gone incredibly pale To your face and your smile, and your devious grin And yes mr. spider, I think I'll come in...
|  |