reflectinglies

Well I don't know just how you'd know. But I've made wind chimes out of your bones. And I just don't care if you'd care but I clothe myself with your hair, girl. And play games with oyur severed hands and hope to dirve away the ants. No reason or Alternative. No time think and no time to live. Caress, the rotting flesh, oh oh oh. Yes, the rotting flesh. Now I lie alone at night. With your corpse by my side. I've swallowed my pills and close my eyes. And feel you on your insides. And wish to have you still alive, but I have to admit that sometimes, I enjoy to kiss the rotting flesh, oh oh ho. The rotting flesh. Oh yes.

In a Dream I once had. There was a girl who was very scantily clad. She asked me for a pot of tea and then ran. I only dream so I may see her again.