This is the dusk of the week!. Northern storms are silent,. Yet it blows in the north. Northern Kings are sleeping,. Yet Kings rule. Ten centuries of torment.
Night calls upon my betrayal. Morn sees me denied three times. Believe in God, believe also in me. I am the way, the truth, and the Life. The truth I leave within you.
They call me the hunter. Cause that's my name. Pretty little woman like you. Is my only game. . I bought me a love gun. Just the other day. And I aim to aim it your way.
Travellin' man goes anywhere. I don't stay nowhere long. Travellin' man don't turn your back. Before you know I'm gone. . Don't ask me where have I been.
Well the train I ride. Is leaving the station. And the train I ride. To my destination. . I was walking. Now I'm travelin' in style. I was walking. Now I've got me a ride.
Voices are growing louder. I wish they weren't always. Whispering my name. Blood flows just like a river. It seems to pour along. Unending down the drain.
From the web into the sky. Three seeds go rolling by. Rising high for all to see. Through the branches of the trees. . And all is everywhere. We leap through poisoned air.
darkly falling winter hawk. seeking fellow feather flock. gazing through empty fields. waking after dark. . well worn fliers soaring home. bird seed sticks to dirty claws.
Trailing out through the golden dawn. veering into the. Angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark. swooping. Down through the blurry clouds. peeling back the enormous.
You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat. And me, little kitty. Sat across with a velvet jacket. Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes. I gawked like a twelve year old smitten.
Slipping across the morning. the shadows take the doubt. Away from brother midnight. just a few more hours. and. His arms are ever reaching and the days are almost gone.
Deep down in the very center of the inside of the world,. You can hear the electric highways, we can speak imaginary words.. We'll see you where the memories go, all the dark places, the herds gently grazing..
Trembling like a fly all tangled in a web unseen. Feeling like I'm always falling backwards in the dream. Around me all the holy men were kneeling on the floor.
Ghostly eyes so old, I can hardly see you;. Coming underground, digging through to feel you.. The echoes in the night tell me not to follow,. [Licking all the world(?)] is born again tomorrow..
Secret ocean and its coast. Spills out into the room. And it made me think. Of how you float away. To another distant room. Embracing the unknown. And I wonder what.
Vanishing the frozen things that haunt you in your heart. memories eventually will tear themselves apart. Beasts and babies drain away the colors of your face.
Demons have fingers that claw through the dark. Reaching around just to grab for your heart. Hide in the bubble, run in the road. Melt into pictures they cannot hold.