The grey sea and thew long black land
Trying to lose the pick-up
Every day is a fresh ending
Bloody men are like bloody tractors
I have no name, call me Thing
The winter evening slides quietly into sleep
Slippery as a slippery thing
My Dear, where now?
We were doing fine, until the bed...
Lay your head on my chest, let's pretend we're OK
I've been brought back, not sure why
How you call to me, aching on the night
Darling, don't take it literally AND personally
My life has ended a few times
First they came for
Turning and turning and turning. Turning
Like Ice. Like Fire. Like ice upon a fire
I am not me even when it looks that way
Time doesn't mend this
White. Soft. Sweet.
The milk-buckets are frozen
I would like a cigarette now
Mercy. Pity. Peace. Love.
Somewhere in the clouds, falling.