Time left in my mind for savouring
All over the wall,
Savour my life, savour my feed
Savour all of my beasts
Lifes for keeps
till I m over the wall,
Over and done, stripped to my tongue,
Leaving my beasts over the wall
over the all of the alls
and all
Wishing my wellbeing
Though i ll only die when every car s
An empty thing
And nothing s left not even in
Bag filled with hope
and my beasts, it crossed my hand
I ve broken my things
What happens now? Only hope it don t
Register on my own mind
And it seems that i ve caught my
Hand, oh no!
Done seeing without sight
It s reason allright, forwarding cases
Of angst onto the floor
with all the things we ask
For
Flys volunteering to
Take my weight and hold me to
The night time sky
There s my mum, no need to cry.
Bag filled with hope
and my beasts, it crossed my hand
