and stains disdain into refrains that sing
like stings before they’ve stung
~ Remains ~
and stains disdain into refrains that sing
like stings before they’ve stung
~ Remains ~
that every day I’m living is a far cry from sincere,
and existence is a lie to which I can’t but help adhere.~ Coming to ~
for nobody here can hear
nor see you ‘neath their many furs
and shoes not made for Winter~ Unprepared ~
but heed the open wound and the beating heart;
there will be blood, my dear, there will be blood.
Come blossom dance, help me forget,
with Spring in every step.~ Remedy ~
Shadows pass, as lovers will,
‘tis but the sun that’s loyal still.~ English Summer ~
The laden truth, if so enticed,
is every heart will have a price.~ Laden truth ~
The cruel, the kind, the both we’ll find
and both are ours to keep.~ Occupation ~
So soon much more than just a game,
like hot, dry fields when kissed by flame.~ Riddled clues ~
Like Autumn leaves fall from their trees,
I’ll lay amongst. Come gather me.~ Gathering leaves ~