Sands of Sadnesses

Thou

Sands

of sadnesses

Can't put my finger on it

Thousands of sadnesses

Want to come out

Won't come out

Thy reign is

Fall

ing on the more.

Blonde Belinda Tulips

Tok-tok-talking at the door

Take a bite of my poison Apollo

You will find its taste

Infinite

You will die it

You will like it.

All you know will be as it was before you were Wish you were

The rain drop Springs from the puddle As though rejected.

My consciousness lugs its body around from party to parting until it finds enough vodka to drown in.