Love is stolen cash in a thief's locker
And it's hardly used to purchase!
...
It was moonlight. And my thirst was
overflowing, like a venomous serpent
...
On The Slope Of Grass
Love is stolen cash in a thief's locker
And it's hardly used to purchase!
It's a sigh bleeding alone in silence.
and felt lunatic when a heart is louder
than the hiss of a venomous snake
When it comes to rise up in the soggy sky
An excruciating smile is in the universe
Flowers turn into fumes and do fly.