Monday, 26 January 2009

Friday, 9 January 2009

Darlin' im filled with moths

Darlin' Im filled with tonnes of filthy moths,
that rub till i itch
Im scaled by tiny mouths,
that sink their tiny teeth into my lungs

Darlin' i am old i'm desolate and worn,
-but you are still fresh,
tell me you believe me,
I am not worth the earth you tread with your feet.