rose golden liquor-
what else is there to live for
after the last drop?
rose golden liquor-
what else is there to live for
after the last drop?
i don't want to die-
but i don't want to live
in this undying hell
i don't know what's what-
what's what is always what is,
and never what was
I used to be mute-
but then a little bunny
took my breath away
When I make art for myself, I’m happy and nearly feel alive
When I do art commissions, a piece of my soul withers and dies
I'm anonymous.
yet I am Juno before
I'm anonymous
I miss my mother-
I miss her lovely smile,
with the dripping eyes…
if sleep captures me,
seals me; please let me be free
from what my eyes see
they built that fence and
i never tried to jump it-
i just sighed and cried
before You, we’re lost-
after is breathless wonder,
free of their bound cage