In that final look does the deer forgive the wolf?
You've stolen my fascination
You've smothered my holy addiction
And now I'm soaked in you
Like fat white worms and sad haikus
Pencils in their ranks,
Waiting, ready for your touch,
On your empty desk.
Lady Mouse, how I envy
Those black pencils in their serried ranks,
For your hands shall reach for them...
Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Whispers crash heavy
on painted black walls of my
still midnight chamber.
For reasons unknown, Darren Hayes has always been able to create the music I needed to hear. Now, I know what you’re thinking: She’s just a huge fan! However, it goes deeper...